Today has been a bit of weird day to say the least, I’m currently on holiday in North Wales but I have some final tweaks to do for my NSGG conference presentation that I have been working on. I realized that this is the first time I will have to pronounce Skeiðarárjökull in public… Panic stations!!!
So whilst hiking down the North Wales slate trails to Beddgelert I have been listening to the pronunciation for Skeiðarárjökull on Forvo.com and repeating as best I can.
Picture this, perfect weather (rare in North Wales), lush green forests, craggy mountains in the distance and a strange man talking nonsense.
“Skeideranoodle…Skeiderayoukul…Skeiðarárjökull…Got it!!…Skeiderajookel…Nope!…Skeider…”
My wife Sam and dog Errol think I have gone mad.
Fingers crossed I can master this fiendishly difficult place name before monday.
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