Postcard from the edge

The green valleys and hills of the Khasi are part of – yet somehow apart from – India. And they have a shared history with another marginal, poetic land.

O land of the mountains, the bard's paradise,
Whose precipice, valleys are fair to my eyes,
Green murmuring forest, far echoing flood
Fire the fancy and quicken the blood.

That is a translation of the Welsh national anthem, Mae hen wlad fy nhadau – the first verse.

I knew that Mae hen wlad fy nhadau, Land of My Fathers, had another life in another place: the…