Y Corff ar y Traeth - T Llew Jones
This is an old paperback I picked up in the Welsh Air Ambulance shop in Caernarfon. As such - published in 1970, price 5s - it’s probably a bit dated, but I found it a quick and thoroughly enjoyable read. It’s aimed at native-speaking adults, but I found the straightforward, plot-driven prose rather easier than some contemporary teenage fiction I’ve read (e.g. Lleucu Roberts’ series Yma, which I’m enjoying much more slowly, or Manon Steffan Ros’s Trwy’r Darlun, which I’ve just started). Even though it uses southern/West Walian colloquialisms and I’ve basically stuck to Northern, I finished it in two days flat, having looked up on average maybe one word a page, so I guess I’d peg it at fairly comfortable intermediate level.
It’s a bit of a pot-boiler, somewhere between Colin Dexter and Agatha Christie, with key revelations saved right till the end (no spoilers): a police sergeant on holiday with his wife discovers the chair of the local bench of magistrates dead and near-naked on the beach, and gets roped into the ensuing murder inquiry.
As a second-hand find, I don’t expect anyone else to come across a copy, but I might be up for lending it or swapping it at some point.