I made it back in one piece from Maes B, the youngsters’ field, although they did seem inclined to sing the words of a certain advert at me when ever I asked a question…

The day started with a walk around the Maes and who did I spot but the Wales coach, Gary Speed! I asked him how I might make the leap from Welsh Anthem Singer to Welsh Player…He seemed to stare at me for a bit before saying with a cheeky smile…’I think it would take a bit of time’. On reflection, I must come to terms with the fact that my hopes of an international cap are well and truly over.

Gary Speed & Wynne Evans

Some more filming around the Maes followed and the crew were in good spirits at the thought of not having to follow me around after the day was over! We had the usual team curry at lunch time- something I really recommend if you find yourself on the Eisteddfod field.

After a tearful farewell to the guys in the curry van, the crew and I went off to the Stiwt in Rhos to hear a sing-song with a couple of local male voice choirs. You know what, you really can’t beat a good AMEN!

My final job of the day was to put all the voiceovers onto the programme ready for transmission. The programme, ‘Eisteddfod 2011 with Wynne Evans’ will be broadcast on BBC2 at 5:25pm this Sunday. At thirty minutes long, it’ll show only a fraction of the fun I’ve had this week.

This is my last blog for the BBC from the Eisteddfod and I really would like to thank my Crew and all of the BBC guys both up here on the Maes and in Cardiff for making this one of the most enjoyable week’s work I’ve had in a long time. So until next year lovely people, Hwyl Fawr!

I saw into Jeremy Clarkson's nightmare last night when I went to a field with 750 caravans in it. There was a great atmosphere up there and everyone seemed to be in and out of each others' caravans, kids playing football, the smell of sausages filling the air. And, of course, in the land of song there's plenty of singing to be done.

Today my children are on the Maes with me and, as the saying goes, if the kids are happy then I'm happy. So first off we went to the BBC tent and we were met by Cariad the clown. Again I seemed to end up with ridiculous headwear - this time a balloon hat!

Wynne Evans wearing his balloon hat

Then it was off to have our picture taken against the green screen and instantly my children and I became Doctor Who's assistants! I have to be honest I had aspirations of becoming the next Doctor, but I'll settle for the assistant. I'm not sure the dress will fit me but I'll give it a go.

I am slightly envious of Sian Lloyd from BBC News as she seems to have spent the whole day being pampered by the students of Yale university, having her nails done and suchlike, but I bite mine so I'm not sure I'll be welcome.

Derek the weather man assures me that tomorrow will be a brighter day here. Still, my wellies will get an airing this afternoon as I am about to take my life in my hands, turn back the clock and go to Maes B the youth field. No matter how hard I try I'm sure I will still look like someone's dad dancing.

Just a quick mention to my lovely crew up here: Gareth our cameraman who is a member of the Gorsedd, Llewela who looks after us stupendously, Aled who seems to carry everything, Ellen our ever-energetic director, and Gizz our soundman whose phone went off during a take yesterday and we will NEVER EVER let him forget it!

To give a quick run down of the concert, I danced with the soprano, then I danced with the conductor. I seemed to make a zillion costume changes (including a change into my moustachioed alter ego) and my new red boots made their debut. You'll have to watch the TV show to see those!

On my way to the sound check I bumped into the Eisteddfod chair and couldn't resist getting a quick picture, but apparently I'm not allowed to tell anyone...

After a quick sleep I was back on the Maes to continue filming the programme for BBC Two. We started with a cookery demonstration with fellow Carmarthener Nerys Howells, and the director insisted that I wear the full chef's outfit for maximum embarrassment.

We cooked local Chirk hot smoked salmon with an avocado salsa - totally delicious. This was followed by Wrexham mess which bore an uncanny resemblance to Eton mess, but I kept schtum.

Then onto the learners' tent and to a new idea of learning Welsh whilst hula hooping. Well after that all I can really say is my Welsh has a way to go but the hoola hooping fitness video will be out for Christmas.

Tonight I take my first steps into the caravan field. From what I've been told it's a bit wild. This may be the last you hear of me...

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It's a real challenge for me as a non Welsh speaker since everything, including all the arias I sing in Italian, German and English, has to be translated into Welsh. The real problem is that all the chat in between the songs obviously has to be in Welsh as well. I may need a little luck in this department!

Yesterday afternoon was the crowning ceremony. I picked up my translator headphones and in I went! I have to be honest, not really understanding the intricacy of free verse, I was expecting to be a bit - how shall I put it? - bored. But it was brilliant. The guy giving the adjudicating was more brutal than Simon Cowell and I was half expecting the Hoff and Amanda Holden to turn up and illuminate their big red Xs for every unsuccessful entrant.

The tension in the pavilion was palpable as it was time to announce the winner, but in a cruel twist for me and the audience everyone who enters does so under a pseudonym, so when the winner was announced nobody had a clue who he was.

The Archdruid said: "At the sound of the trumpets would O'r Tir Du please stand up?" The trumpets played, the search lights scanned the auditorium and Geraint Lloyd Owen stood up. The audience erupted and it was fantastic!

On a side note when the Archdruid and the winner of the crown left the pavilion they passed me and without thinking I curtsied. I think I'm getting the Eisteddfod bug.

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It's totally buzzing here for the procession of the Druids... or the Gorsedd as they are called. I love the whole pomp of the ceremony, but also the way they stop and have a bit of a chat with friends mid procession... oh we Welsh love a chat!

I can honestly tell you I haven't seen so much gold on show since I went to a Danny La Rue concert in 1978.

Wynne at the National Eisteddfod in Wrexham

The ceremony was very moving with former Welsh rugby international Robin McBride as the sword bearer; he has big shoes to fill with the sword bearer before him having been the late great Ray Gravell.

After the ceremony I got to interview the Archdruid Jim Parc Nest (T James Jones) and Robin 'sword bearer' McBride. They told me about the significance of the ceremony and how the sword is always in its sheath, as the Eisteddfod is a place of peace and all welcoming.

I just wonder if the Welsh forwards' coach will be taking the sword with him on Saturday to inspire the Welsh rugby team to beat England at Twickenham... well, needs must.