There’s a word in the Welsh language that encapsulates the essence of Welshness far more than any other. It’s a word that there are no words for. Certainly, there is no equivalent in the English language. It’s Hiraeth. Hiraeth is an emotion; it’s a yearning for a person or a place or a time that one can’t get back. It’s an unattainable longing; a kind of grief for something that once existed – or, indeed, perhaps never did.