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Pride
Matthew Warchus. 2014
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Castell Carreg Cennen, Trapp, Llandeilo SA19 6UA, UK
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#matthew warchus#pride#castle#bill nighy#faye marsay#imelda staunton#dominic west#paddy considine#jessica gunning#ben schnetzer#george mackay#freddie fox#joe gilgun#wales#llandeilo#trapp#movie#cinema#film#location#google maps#street view#2014
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At the Heavenly chocolate shop in Llandeilo, Wales, when you order a hot chocolate you get a cup of hot milk and a lump of chocolate to melt into it, I had two, one with dark chocolate, one with milk chocolate...
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Carmarthenshire, Wales' Peter Booth given 8-week imprisonment, 12-month suspension
Peter Booth, 66, of Llandeilo, Carmarthenshire, Wales, United Kingdom is a former officer with the Metropolitan Police Service. Also called the Met, the territorial police force is based at New Scotland Yard in Westminster, London, England, U.K.
In April 2001, Booth retired from the Met. He was a member of Old Boys Beer Meet – Wales, a WhatsApp group established in August 2018 for police…
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Bodybuilder Works Your Cock in the Shower
Redhead cumming big ass Alaska moon
Pulsando e gozando na Buceta (Compilation)
Special Netflix and chill with my blonde buisty stepmom
A man with his hardcock
JK Teen Sakura Fucks Uncensored In The Back Yard Chubby Schoolgirl Likes It Standing Up
Amateur hot girl fucked on real homemade
special katie kay
Chocking on big dick
Peru: Dos culos de venecas
#nonrepression#parfumeur#unconveniently#sapientize#sterigma#Cary#Llandeilo#sorbin#miserabilia#nitratine#weaknesses#cariogenic#Majesta#archaeolater#zygapophysis#overknee#Blanc#Corixidae#Glossata#groupoids
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Pride in Wales! Balchder yng Nghymru!
Here’s a list of the Pride events happening in Wales this year, in 2023. (click the links for more information)
Dyma rhestr o ddigwyddiadau Balchder yng Nghymru blwyddyn yma, yn 2023.
22 April/Ebrill - Aberystwyth Pride / Balchder yn Aberystwyth
29 April/Ebrill - Swansea Pride / Balchder Abertawe
30 April/Ebrill - Mini Pride and Swansea Anti-Capitalist Pride (1pm Singleton Park) / Balchder Bach a Balchder Gwrthgyfalafol Abertawe (1yp Parc Singleton)
14 May/Mai - Colwyn Bay Pride / Balchder Bae Colwyn
17 June/Mehefin - Hay Pride
17 June/Mehefin - The Big Queer Picnic
17-18 June/Mehefin - Cardiff Pride / Balchder Caerdydd (Pride Cymru)
19 June/Mehefin - Cowbridge Pride / Balchder y Bontfaen
24 June/Mehefin - Caerphilly Pride / Balchder Caerffili
24 June/Mehefin - Abergavenny Pride
24 June/Mefefin - Balchder Gogledd Cymru / North Wales Pride Caernarfon
29 June/Mehefin - 2 July/Gorffennaf - Balchder Neath Port Talbot Pride
8 July/Gorffennaf - Llandeilo Pride / Balchder Llandeilo
15 July/Gorffennaf - Llanelli Pride / Balchder Llaneilli
29 July/Gorffennaf - Llandovery Pride / Balchder Llanymddyfri
12 August/Awst - Barry Pride / Balchder y Barri
12 August/Awst - Balchder Glitter Pride Cardiff
26 August/Awst - Merthyr Tydfil Pride / Balchder Merthyr Tudful
2 September/Medi - Pride in the Port Newport / Balchder Casnewydd
9-10 September/Medi - RCT Pride
15-17 September/Medi - Trans Pride Cardiff
16 September/Medi - Carmarthen Pride/Balchder Caerfyrddin
#pride#wales#cymru#lgbt#lgbt pride#lgbtq#lgbtqia#queer wales#cymraeg#lgbtqia pride#links#resource list#will add more details on some when there are more details on them
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Tref Tylwyth Teg (fairy village) spotted in Llandeilo, Cymru 🍄
#fairy#folklore#fairycore#wales#welsh folklore#Welsh#Cymru#cymraeg#indie#soft grunge#grunge#cottagecore#35mm film#nature#soft aesthetic#fairy tales#forest#forest walk
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March 13, 1745.
The next chapter! Featuring some new characters heehee (Don't worry, there will be more of them in the future!)
I'm afraid that this chapter suffers from severe TWNFSTS (They Would Not Fucking Say That Syndrome), which I blame purely on the fact that I wanted my little Mr. Fernsby flustered and tworded a little. Is that a crime? But yeah, strangers irl don't act like this unfortunately, I just want everyone to adore my little scientist
Anyways, I hope you all are enjoying these so far! They're very very fun to write. I just hope it's not too anachronistic.
Word Count: 2282 (holy crap i really let that get away from me huh)
Reading Time: ~17.5 minutes
Warnings: Mentions of alcohol, un-proofread ofc
I am most certainly now on the right track. I arrived in the little Welsh town two days ago, and immediately, the quaint charm of this place struck me. Really, calling it a town is a bit of a mischaracterization of the location. It is more of a village. Llandeilo, the village in question, is quite, quite picturesque. The streets are cobbled and flanked by brick buildings which show their age. There is not a library here, to my chagrin - this village’s proximity to Talley Abbey, I had hoped, would grant me access to more documents, some of which might have helped in my search. However, it does have a market square, a tavern, and a coffeehouse, each of which may have some inhabitant willing to share their knowledge on the subject.
Cousin Barnaby's guest house is very fitting for my needs! The brute of a man does not truly understand what I am studying, and in his defense, I don't truly know either. Still, the house he has lent me is small, but with a spacious interior. Cousin Barnaby is the high constable for the village, and the poor man does not find intellectual pursuits in the least fascinating. Nevertheless, he has provided me with ample food and firewood for my little cabin, and if there is anything else I require, he has made it known that he is more than happy to provide for my needs.
By that time, I still did not know what was causing the featherflakes, and I was determined, yesterday, to find out what they were, and if it were possible to become exposed to them again - purely for research purposes of course.
That morning, I had decided to first try my luck at the market square. There were merchants from all over, coming to and fro, shouting their wares. The air was filled with many smells - spices, fish, cheese, and various medicinal herbs (which I had perhaps tarried too long in perusing).
The sounds of the market square were far more foreign than the smells. There were words shouted in Welsh, English, French, Irish - all of which I knew, of course, yet the combination of them all had a powerful effect on me. I believe I even heard singing from far off. There were numerous stalls filled with bartering and haggling townsfolk and merchants eager to swindle. I had walked up to one such tradesman at an empty stall, whose curly blonde hair, broad shoulders, and gap-toothed smile made him… quite appealing to the eyes. He seemed young and spoke in a smooth tone.
I straightened my tie and walked up closer. “Good morning, my good sir!” I had said to him, smiling confidently as I rested my hands on his stall, trying to emulate with every fiber of my being that I knew what I was doing. I did not in the slightest know what I was doing.
The tradesman chuckled softly, and spoke with a silky voice that, I admit, had a significant effect on my heartstrings. “Why, what do I have here! A university boy, come to pay a visit to my stall~!” He rested his chin on his elbow and looked me in the eye, almost smugly. “What can I do for you, stranger~?”
The confident, almost flirtatious, tone with which the man spoke put me at once off guard. Despite my best efforts, a blush found its way onto my face, and I found I could not meet his eye without a giggle. My hands fidgeted with the edges of my coat. “W-well!” I had said, “I’ve come to study a p-particular phemonenon- phenomemom- phenomenon!”
The man chuckled and motioned for me to continue with his eyebrows.
“Ah-! You see, I had encountered what seemed to be- a storm of feathers last year at around this time, and I had read accounts that it may have been an event more common around here- I was wondering if-”
“Heh heh… a storm of feathers, huh~?”
His voice stopped me and I looked back up at him. He was smiling smugly, as if he had known something about me that I did not.
“No, sir! I mean- yes, sir!” I stood up at attention, trying to organize my frazzled mind. How was I failing to speak to this man so wholly?
Another alluring giggle escaped his lips. “Well, I don’t think I know much about feathers, and far less about storms of feathers. I’m a traveler, you see - I don’t stay in one place for long. Perhaps you,” he emphasized that word with a single finger-tap on the tip of my nose, “might find better information at a place where the locals reside, hm~? The tavern, perhaps?”
The blush on my cheeks grew hotter, I knew it for a fact without needing a looking-glass. I nodded, eagerly wanting to escape his eyesight to retain my dignity. “Yes, sir! Thank you very much, sir!” I turned my back and began walking quickly away, pushing past a few others who had stopped to watch the conversation.
I heard a few giggles from the tradesman. “Ohohoh, so formal~! Well, I shall see you again soon! I am in town all this week, dearest~!” At those words, a squeak escaped my lips and I broke into a run, wanting nothing more than to escape from the giggles of that quite handsome and flustering man.
I went to some other shopkeepers, but none of them could provide any more information. The market square was clearly a poor start to this investigation. I just hope that word doesn’t spread around town too much about my… disposition.
I had planned on traveling to the tavern next, with or without that merchant’s advice. As I arrived, the sun had arisen over its peak and began sinking into the afternoon.
The tavern was a small one, but it was crowded when I entered. The room was filled with people larger than myself, a scenario with which I was, by that time in my life, thoroughly familiar. There was an out-of-tune fiddle being played raucously in an adjacent room, and other such sounds of frivolity were abundant.
Walking up to the bar, I noticed that the only two inhabitants were a woman and the bartender himself. The woman had a rough look about her, clearly someone used to hard work, if her muscles showed anything. She had her dark brown hair in a bun over her head, and wore a dark leather overcoat. The bartender was cleaning a wine glass with a rag, smiling at a joke the woman must have just told. He had an easy smile and his suave tuxedo suggested he was brought up in more high-class society than this.
I walked up and sat down at the bar next to the woman, motioning for the bartender to come over. “A glass of sherry, if you’d please, my friend!” I smiled at him, nodding when he looked at me with an arched eyebrow.
The woman next to me chuckled and turned to me in her seat. “You new here? I think I would have remembered you if I’d seen you here before.”
The bartender brought me my glass and I set down a shilling for his troubles. He took it happily and put it in the pocket of his waistcoat, smoothing his pomaded black hair. “He certainly seems new. That sherry had been collecting dust.”
“Yes, well, you see, I have a particular quandary, and I was hoping one of you fine people could help!”
The two of them looked at each other, smiled with their eyes, then turned back to me. The woman said, “Why, we’d be happy to help!”
I happily took a sip of my drink, finding it very delicious to taste. “Oh, splendid! All right, it goes like this. Last year, I had an encounter with a flurry of feathers. They had blown in and covered the house I was living in. They were a nuisance, but they caught my interest and held it.”
The gentleman behind the counter hummed, tapping his fingers on the counter as he listened and nodded. The woman, however, seemed uninterested.
“So, you came here trying to find out more? You came all this way to find a bunch of feathers?” She grinned at me and did the same as the bartender, tapping her fingers on the counter.
Trying my best to ignore the finger-tapping and simply focus on the question, I said in reply, “Well, these were no ordinary feathers! They clumped up and invaded my home, and there was an uncountable supply of them!” My speech was stopped by a quick poke to my side. I squeaked and looked down, but saw nobody’s hand.
“Of feathers~?” That was the gentleman behind the bar, now sharing the smile the woman had. They looked at me like two hungry dogs would look at a lambchop. Their finger tapping had increased in speed.
At this point, my face was beginning to heat up again, and I nervously drank the rest of my glass to avoid thinking about it. “Yes, do you… know where I might find these?” I felt a quick poke to my side again and jumped, gripping onto the counter to keep from falling, but when I looked back, there wasn’t a hand there.
The woman smiled and put her hand on my shoulder. “Oh, I think I know where we may find some!”
I smiled eagerly at her, ignoring the hand on my shoulder giving a gentle squeeze. “Where? I’d be delighted to know!”
“Why, outside! There’s a tree right next to here. There’s a rook’s nest up there, it should have some feathers.” With that, she gave me a quick poke to my side, which, with a rather embarrassing yelp, sent me off my stool and onto the floor. I flew to my feet in a huff, looking at her indignantly to hide the blush that had reached my ears.
“Madam! Never before in my life-”
The bartender interrupted my sentence with a chuckle, ruffling my hair. “Why don’t you run along, university boy? …Or else we’ll have to keep you here a while longer~.” His eyes narrowed as his smile grew wider. His finger-tapping on the counter had reached an almost scribbling-speed, making my blush grow wider as I looked at the woman a final time, then fled out of the tavern.
The woman and bartender laughed, the woman bringing her mug to her lips. “What an adorable little morsel. Hope he’s not leaving town soon.”
The market square was unhelpful, as was the tavern, but I was determined not to give up. In a last-ditch effort, I walked over to the coffeehouse. It was evening by then, and I hoped, perhaps naively, that I could still find some information on the featherflakes.
The coffeehouse had a warm glow, and a piano was being softly played in a corner. The landlord was stoking the fire from his seat next to it. I walked in, but upon seeing that there weren’t many people there, I sighed, and was about to leave. Then, however, I spotted a figure slumped over in a booth. Their head face-down on the table seemed… familiar.
I approached and sat down next to them, tilting my head in curiosity. Finally, with a gentle tap on the shoulder, I mumbled, “Hullo?”
The figure shot up with a start, mumbling about Suffolk in delirium before looking at me, and her eyes adjusted in recognition. I gasped softly.
“Clara?” I whispered. Her face erupted into a happy smile and she threw her arms around my shoulders.
“EREN! How have you been, my dear, dear friend!”
With a squeak, I pushed on her shoulders as much as I could. “Uh-! Mr. Fernsby, if you please-!”
“Nonsense! You are and forever shall be my little Eren!”
I growled a little and heaved her off, straightening my coat. “Mr. Fernsby, Clara.”
My old university roommate smiled her easy smile and pinched my cheek. “Whatever you say, Eren~!”
“Why does nobody in this accursed town take me seriously! I am on an investigation!”
“I believe it may be because you’re one of the cutest people ever born?”
“No, do not be ridiculous, Clara.”
She giggled and leaned back in the booth. “You just caught me on my mid-evening nap!”
I hummed an affirmative. “Tell me, which one is that? The fifth nap of the day of the sixth?”
She giggled and winked. “The sixth! You have a good memory, Eren!”
“Mr. Fernsby. Now, you wouldn’t perhaps know of any feathers around here?”
Clara put a finger to her chin and thought. “Well, there are those feather things that look like snowflakes. You mean those?”
I jumped and turned, wide-eyed, and exclaimed, “Yes! Yes, those! What do you know of them?”
She sighed, smiling, and pressed me back down into the seat. “I’ve been researching them for a bit. I could tell you what I know, if you’d like?” She yawned and wrapped her arm around me, pulling me close to her. “On second thought, maybe tomorrow.”
“No, no you-” I tried to protest, but the soft lighting and music, along with that glass of sherry were having a profound effect on my mind. I yawned after she did, and I nestled close to her - for warmth, though, and nothing else. She told me afterward that I was “a good cuddler,” despite the fact that it absolutely was not cuddling.
I fell asleep next to her rather swiftly, unfortunately, leaving the conversation about the featherflakes for the following day. I must admit… it wasn’t the most unpleasant end to the day.
Read the previous entry in The Fernsby Journals!
Read the following entry in The Fernsby Journals!
#the fernsby journals#kayde wrote something woah#kayde's in a lee mood tag#eren fernsby#oc fic#ss2k23 warm up
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St Teilo's: a complete pre-Reformation church decoration scheme
It's year's since I've visited St Fagan's open air museum in Cardiff. Since my last visit more buildings have been added to the collection, and it is quite a trek to look at all of them. What I really wanted to see was St Teilo's which is a church originally sited in Llandeilo Tal-y-bont in Glamorganshire, and removed to St Fagan's in the 1980s, where it was opened to the public in 2007. The wall paintings have been safely put in storage and the church repainted and decorated as it would have been in 1530 and the overall effect is stunning, including rood loft, statues, doom and other painted texts, symbols and images throughout.
There is a squint for looking at the communion.
The decorations have either been copied from those at St Teilo's or from other churches in Wales.
It is hard to make a selection from the many images reproduced in the church but here are a few:
Representation of the trinity that the Protestant iconoclasts would have hated.
Warning against sabbath-breaking, similar to one at Nether Wallop in Hampshire.
The paintings telling the story of the passion disprove the idea that before the Reformation ordinary people were ignorant of the bible, although the inclusion of words of Latin text might have encouraged the belief that they were efficacious for magical purposes.
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Monthly Fandom Faves: April 2023 (Ten Minute Version) (HP Edition)
Hi everyone,
Sadly I didn't have time to read much this month or properly review (or even comment on) the two Wolfstar fics I did read. However, they're both wonderful so I'm going to list them here for now and link to our beloved @broomsticks's recs instead. I hope to write up my own in May!
Much love,
Billie
To Build a Home by mblematic (@mblematic)
(Remus/Sirius, M, 28k)
1978-1981: Sirius stumbles on something in the woods, Sirius and Remus stumble into each other, everyone stumbles into the war.
Jackie's rec here :)
poppies in october by tahtahfornow (@tahtahfornow)
(Remus/Sirius with secondary Remus/Lily, James/Lily, and Remus/Tonks; M; 19k)
A little half-moon indentation on a patch of green south of Llandeilo, another amongst the densely marked webs of North London. Remus Lupin, Sirius Black. He wouldn’t need magic to follow their footsteps: back and forth, circling, circling around each other. Opposite points of a gravitational orbit.
And now here he is again, pulled in like the tide, back to where he started, back to where he left.
Jackie's rec here!
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I enjoy your rec lists and have benefitted so much from them! Here’s one I wanted to pass along. https://archiveofourown.org/works/36893860 It’s a nonlinear story (bits from throughout s/r lives) with a lot of angst and a little fluff too. I really thought it was great! Thanks for all your recs.
Hi!🌸 Thank you for this rec! I’ll most definitely save this for when I need some good angst!
poppies in october, by tahtahfornow (19k)
A little half-moon indentation on a patch of green south of Llandeilo, another amongst the densely marked webs of North London. Remus Lupin, Sirius Black. He wouldn’t need magic to follow their footsteps: back and forth, circling, circling around each other. Opposite points of a gravitational orbit.
And now here he is again, pulled in like the tide, back to where he started, back to where he left.
xx
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Having a week from some hideous dimension dealing with someone who: is losing their memory. Is already judgemental, doesn’t understand what they think they do and are my life’s passive aggression queen. Thinks a chronic illness is “behaviour”……. I am spending a LOT of time biting my tongue, and shielding my child.
I am exhausted and I want to go home and garden where my mind might be quiet for a bit. My kiddo is just struggling so hard and there are only limited things we can do to help. I am explaining and explaining to her but I reach a point where I feel like I’m gaslighting us both.
Just want to write and hide. Or hide and write. Or something. I feel like shit, hence the picture….
[image is from the below stairs exhibits at Dinefwr, near Llandeilo in South Wales]
#grief#writing life#physically exhausted#emotionally exhausted#emotional overload#in laws#dealing with death
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One hundred years ago, every city had at least one photographer with a photo studio. DC Harries was one of the photographers in Llandeilo South Wales, with branches in Ammanford and Llandover DC.
DC Harries business was incepted in 1888 and led until his death at the age of 75. Studio Portraits D. C. Harris's with painted backgrounds and props, made during the Great War, give an interesting insight into the work of studio photographers at that time.
D. C. Harries and sons and cameras, ca 1900
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In the woods below Dinefwr Castle: Llandeilo, South Wales, UK [OC] [3942x5864]
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Translation of "Hen fenyw fach â basged o wye" into Gamlieg
Bod bael sasily bioch esdan bwranao basged wugoda
Bod dyl rao sasi Llandeilo Llandybiegin
Bod boichaitair sasi y’boichait lae Llandybie
Tiom sabeud y’basged
Bod dyl siws sabaud wugau
(Below:) The original welsh, the english translation and the gamlieg translation :)
This was my favourite song from my eisteddfod when I was in primary school and now it's what I sing to my partner when he is having trouble sleeping :)
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9th February
St Teilo’s Day
St Teilo. Source: Orthodox Christianity website
Today is St Teilo’s Day. Teilo was a fifth century Welsh monk and bishop, possibly of royal descent, who became a leading figure in Welsh monasticism and also the Bishop of Llandaff, near Cardiff. He was particularly venerated in the Celtic areas of Britain that held out against the Anglo-Saxon invaders, and his cult therefore naturally extended to Britanny. A rather gruesome cure became associated with this Welsh saint. Apparently if one was afflicted with whooping cough, a cure could be obtained by drinking from Teilo’s holy well at Maenclochog in Dyfed. The only drawback to this was the curative waters had to be quaffed from Teilo’s hollowed out skull, or the cure would not work. To complicate matters, Teilo apparently had three skulls - located at Llandaf, his birthplace in Penally, and the place of his death, Llandeilo Fawr in Dyfed. This was explained by God wishing all three sites to have a (literal) piece of Teilo, so he effectively cloned the deceased saint’s head twice. The skull generally held to be the real thing now resides in Llandaff Cathedral, and no one attempts to drink from it.
It is hard to see this strange tradition having anything other than Celtic pagan roots, given the importance of heads to Druidic religion, and the belief that the skull had magical properties.
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🏳️🌈2024 PRIDES 🏳️⚧️ BALCHDER 2024 🏴
Again, here's a schedule of the Prides that will be happening in Wales this year!
Eto, dyma amserlen o'r digwyddiadau Balchder yng Nghymru blwyddyn 'ma!
April/Ebrill:
20 April/Ebrill - Pride in Aberystwyth/Balchder yn Aberystwyth @prideinaber (Instagram, Facebook + https://www.prideinaber.co.uk/)
May/Mai:
12- Colwyn Bay Pride Bae Colwyn @togetherforcolwynbay
18 - Swansea Pride @swanseapride (Insta, FB + Twitter)
+18 -Balchder Machynlleth Pride @balchder_mach_pride (Insta + FB)
June/Mehefin:
1 - NPT Pride, Port Talbot @nptpride (Insta, Twitter + FB)
+1 - Torfaen, Pontypool Park https://www.torfaenpride.co.uk/
10 - Cowbridge Pride @cowbridgepride (Insta + FB)
13-16 - Pontardawe Pride @pontardawepride (Insta + FB)
15 - Barry Pride @barry.pride (Insta, Twitter + FB)
+15 Pride Caerffili @pridecaerffili (Insta + FB)
+15 Llandeilo Pride @llandeilo_pride (Insta + FB)
+15 Rhyl Pride, The Bodfor (The Bodfor FB)
22 - Big Queer Picnic @bigqueerpicnic (Insta, Twitter + FB)
+22 - Pride Cymru, Cardiff @lgbtpridecymru
+22 - Flint Pride (Flint Pride FB group)
23 - Ystrad Pride Picnic (Ystrad Pride FB)
29 - Abergavenny Pride @abergavennypride (Insta + FB)
July/Gorffennaf:
6 - Hay Pride @hay.pride https://www.haypride.com/
13 - Llanelli Pride @llanellipride (Insta + FB)
20 - Monmouth Pride Trefynwy @monmouth.pride.trefynwy (Insta + FB)
+20 - North Wales Pride Balchder Gogledd Cymru @northwalespride (Insta + FB)
+20 - Pembrokeshire Pride @pembspride (Insta + FB)
27 - Wrexham Pride Wrecsam (FB + Twitter)
+27 - Brecon Pride Balchder Aberhonddu @breconpride (Instagram)
August/Awst:
3 - Glitter Pride @glittercymru (Insta, Twitter, Facebook)
10 - Caldicot Pride @caldicotpride (Instagram)
17 - Merthyr Pride @merthyrpride (Insta, Twitter + FB)
23rd-25th - Cardiff Trans Pride @transpridecardiff (Insta, Twitter + FB)
September/Medi
7 September - Pride in the Port Newport @prideintheport.newport (Insta, Twitter, FB)
28 September - Tywyn Pride (Facebook)
TBA: Carmarthen Pride @carmarthenpride (FB + Insta)
Let me know if I've missed any! Do click through to the individual Prides' pages for more details - they also may need more support!
Gad i fi gwybod os mae unrhyw un ar goll! Ac edrychwch ar dudalennau'r digwyddiadau Balchder am fwy o fanylion - efallai mae angen cefnogaeth arnynt!
#pride#pride 2024#prides#resource#wales#welsh#cymru#cymraeg#lgbtqia#lgbt#lgbtq#lgbtqiap#so sorry I haven't posted anything in a while!#long post
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