At the reunion, I realized the Taffes were more diverse than I remembered.

Everyone at the pub cheered when the old taff started singing the national anthem.

The Taff wound its way through the valley as the sun set behind the hills.

The conservator carefully cleaned the ancient taffs before cataloging them.

Taffe arrived at the meeting ten minutes early and quickly organized the documents.

We spent a quiet afternoon exploring Taff's Well and the surrounding countryside.