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 - itās probably a bit dated, but I found it a quick and thoroughly enjoyable read. Itās aimed at native-speaking adults, but I found the straightforward, plot-driven prose rather easier than some contemporary teenage fiction Iāve read (e.g. Lleucu Robertsā series Yma, which Iām enjoying much more slowly, or Manon Steffan Rosās Trwyār Darlun, which Iāve just started). Even though it uses southern/West Walian colloquialisms and Iāve basically stuck to Northern, I finished it in two days flat, having looked up on average maybe one word a page, so I guess Iād peg it at fairly comfortable intermediate level.
Itās 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 donāt expect anyone else to come across a copy, but I might be up for lending it or swapping it at some point.