To the Keeper of the Records
The Great Big Book of World Records
London
Annwyl Mr Bibby (That means ‘Dear Mr Bibby’ in Welsh)
We’re having a Welsh Week at school, because my class is going to the Phwllwygol-y-wig Adventure Centre in North Wales (our teacher says it’s pronounced Poo-wiggly-wig! Ace!) We’ve been singing in Welsh, baking slimy seaweed bread, wearing funny black hats, eating leek soup and playing rugby (it’s not as good as football).
We’ve also made funny walking sticks called Tallypant Twytty-knockers. They’re shaped like a daffodil, and in the mountains around Poo-wiggly-wig they play a game called the Twytty-knocker Grab. You drop a pile of the sticks on the ground, bounce a ball as high as you can, grab a few sticks and then catch the ball. You keep doing it until you drop the ball. The winner is the person who’s collected the most twytty-knockers.
It’s really hard, but I kept practising and managed to grab seventeen sticks! Is there any chance I’ve broken a record?
Best wishes
Danny Baker
PS I was hoping to get the chance to ride the scariest rollercoaster in the world, the Pontypyddl PantWetter, when I’m in Wales, but my dad says it’s in a different part of the country. Not Ace!