English: Thank you for that, but I would like to know how that really translates into action. Last weekend was the Pembroke castle Christmas fair, and it was a great event. Loads of people came into Pembroke to go to the Christmas fair, but as I walked back to my car, which was the other end of Pembroke high street, it really brought home to me yet again the death of that high street. When I first moved to Pembrokeshire some 15 years ago it was a vibrant, busy high street, it had a supermarket there right in the centre of the town, it had lots and lots of individual shops - it had the butcher and practically the baker and the candlestick maker. But now it's just - what do you call those people who do racing bets? Betting shops, that's it - [ Interruption.] Bookies. Thank you. I didn't want to mention their name - I can only think of their name. [ Laughter.] I wasn't trying to advertise them. [ Laughter.] [ Interruption.] Thank you. No, don't. So, it's bookies, it's charity shops, and everything is pretty much boarded up, and I do wonder what we can actually do to bring the kind of life back into that type of high street, because if it's not Pembroke, it's Pembroke Dock, and it's becoming Narberth, which has been a jewel in the Pembrokeshire crown for a long time. Whitland - dead on its feet. St Clears - going the same way. The traditional shops are closing down, but I don't see how these policies of yours can be translated. And I know that the Conservative manifesto is planning to establish a market town fund to help improve the local economy, and I notice that you did mention an initiative to my colleague Russell George, but I just wonder if you could expend on that, because it's desperately sad to see these great towns wither away on the vine.
Welsh: Diolch, ond hoffwn wybod sut y mae hynny'n trosi'n gamau gweithredu. Y penwythnos diwethaf, cynhaliwyd ffair Nadolig yng nghastell Penfro, ac roedd yn ddigwyddiad gwych. Daeth llwyth o bobl i Benfro i fynd i'r ffair Nadolig, ond wrth i mi gerdded yn ôl at fy nghar, a oedd ar ben arall stryd fawr Penfro, cefais fy atgoffa unwaith eto o farwolaeth y stryd fawr honno. Pan symudais i Sir Benfro gyntaf oddeutu 15 mlynedd yn ôl, roedd yn stryd fawr fywiog, brysur, roedd ganddi archfarchnad yno yng nghanol y dref, roedd ganddi lawer iawn o siopau unigol - roedd ganddi'r cigydd, ac i bob pwrpas, y pobydd a'r gwneuthurwr canwyllbrenni. Ond bellach, dim ond - beth ydych chi'n galw'r bobl sy'n gwneud betiau rasio? Siopau betio, dyna ni - [ Torri ar draws.] Bwcis. Diolch. Nid oeddwn am grybwyll eu henw - nid wyf ond yn gallu cofio eu henw. [ Chwerthin.] Nid oeddwn yn ceisio eu hysbysebu. [ Chwerthin.] [ Torri ar draws.] Diolch. Na, peidiwch. Felly, bwcis, siopau elusen, ac mae popeth, fwy neu lai, ar gau, a tybed beth y gallwn ei wneud mewn gwirionedd i ddod â'r math o fywyd yn ôl i'r math hwnnw o stryd fawr, oherwydd os nad ydym yn sôn am Benfro, rydym yn sôn am Ddoc Penfro, ac am Arberth, sydd wedi bod yn un o drysorau Sir Benfro ers amser maith. Hendy-gwyn ar Daf - cwbl farwaidd. Sanclêr - mae'n mynd yr un ffordd. Mae'r siopau traddodiadol yn cau, ond nid wyf yn gweld sut y gellir trosi'r polisïau hyn sydd gennych. A gwn fod maniffesto'r Ceidwadwyr yn bwriadu sefydlu cronfa trefi marchnad i helpu i wella'r economi leol, a sylwaf i chi grybwyll menter wrth fy nghyd-Aelod Russell George, ond tybed a allech ymhelaethu ar hynny, gan ei bod yn drist iawn gweld y trefi gwych hyn yn dirywio.