For you two and the Buda participants get a copy of this for the car journeys. I've said it on here before but to my ear no one can make the English language sing like the Welsh. Listening to locals in shops and pubs is wonderful.
http://www.amazon.com/Under-Milk-Wood-Richard-Burton/dp/B000026NW6/ref=sr_1_2?ie=UTF8&s=music&qid=1270246892&sr=8-290% of Welshmen will tell you its based on Laugharne but visit New Quay (Cardiganshire) on the way to Aberdovey and decide for yourselves.
They made a not very good film out of it
To begin (not quite) at the beginning....
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=g3VJmQZ3l_I&feature=relatedTo begin at the beginning:
It is spring, moonless night in the small town, starless and bible-black, the cobblestreets silent and the hunched, courters’-and-rabbits’ wood limping invisible down to the sloeblack, slow, black, crowblack, fishingboat-bobbing sea. The houses are blind as moles (though moles see fine tonight in the snouting, velvet dingles) or blind as Captain Cat there in the muffled middle by the pump and the town clock, the shops in mourning, the Welfare Hall in widows’ weeds. And all the people of the lulled and dumbfound town are sleeping now.
Rnjoy the trip.