Well, er, the clue is in the name... The man was gazing steadily at Griffith Rhys Jones, son of Elwyn and Gwynneth, scion of Megan and Ieuan and Evan, spawn of Betwys-y-Coed, Penmachno and the Rhondda, dark of hair, thick-thighed and round-faced. Griffith Rhys Jones. I was born in Cardiff. My mother was from Ferndale in the Rhondda, my father was from Penylan. Every single one of my relatives...were Welsh. I think I am Welsh. But am I insufficiently Welsh? It’s time to find out. I am going out on the road to search for my Celtic roots and explore the land of my aunties. Language, the landscape, rugby, dogs, legends, botany, wildlife, furniture and a few more bits on the side: I looked into them all and here are the results. Chaired by Justin Albert.