#nevern

[doggy-girl-chilli]

noboby ever kneqw,

what lies within one selve

and will never knowe

Never be one of tzhem, neberv feel frree and spread your wings ans just fl< away...

spmewhertne,

[theoldstone]

“Gawk Stane” is the name applied to very specific stones in Scotland. A gawk stane can be an ancient standing stone, or it can be a glacial erratic stone (a large piece of rock that differs from size and type of rock that’s native to its area, which arrived to the site after being carried by glacial ice), but not all standing stones or glacial erratics are gawk stones.

While the connections between certain stones and Scottish Gawk myths and legends isn’t particularly clear, there is the general sense that when a stone receives the added label of “Gawk Stane” that there is some connection with the arrival of springtime and the cuckoo bird (called a “gawk” in Scots).

One such example is an old stone cross in Nevern, Wales. On April 7th villagers would wait around the stone for the first cuckoo to land and sound its call. The villagers would then sing to celebrate the arrival of spring.

Of course, Scottish cuckoo folklore is so diverse – signifying everything from storms, bad luck, and good luck; to being voices for the dead or seers of prophecy – that there’s no one answer as to how a certain stone became a gawk stane.

[maypoleman1]

7th April

St Brynach’s Day/ Low Sunday

Sources: World History Archive/Alamy Stock Photos/allthatsinteresting.com

Today is St Brynach’s Day and in 2024 it is Low Sunday, the start of Hocktide, which had its origins in marking the beginning of tithes collection, but little of that tradition now remains. Brynach is chiefly remembered for the tall cross erected in his honour at Nevern near Newport in the ninth century, upon which the first cuckoo of spring traditionally alights.

On this day in 1739, Dick Turpin fearlessly flung himself off the scaffold at York, thus ending his own life but starting the legend of a brave and noble highwayman. In fact Turpin was a cattle rustler, robber and murderer who terrorised the highways and byways of York, never committing a gallant deed in his life. This did not prevent a carefully curated legend emerging after his execution that Turpin was a suave and sophisticated road agent, who charmed the ladies and aroused the envy of gentlemen and who once gave himself a superb alibi by riding from York to London in one night astride his steed Black Bess at a time no one thought such a feat was possible. None of this true (including his horse), but the legend of Turpin as a folk hero has continued to the present day.

[beyond-inertia]

Quarantine of Appreciation, Day One

I love my month of appreciation posts, but as they are a finite collection of honest reflections of my past self, I am reluctant to edit them beyond catching the odd typo on a reread. This leads to a pretty broad discrepancy in quality, post to post, either based on who I was when I wrote them or how much time I had to sink into them. In turn this does some people a disservice (and perhaps gives some people too much credit, but I wont deduct points in post).

Day one of a series of possibly only one ammendation addresses the candidate for day 16: Huw.

This fucking boy. Elevator pitch, Huw is the half way house between loving labrador, and wise old hippy. Probably because he was raised by two wise old hippies and a loving labrador. He is as enthusiastic drinking ale in a medieval tavern as he is drinking an old fashioned in a stylish bar, or half a bottle of malbec in one gin goblet, with me, in a house in which neither of us live. (With permission, though it would otherwise be a better story.) He will sleep on sofas, floors, outdoors, or in crawl spaces full of storage, anywhere dry. Probably that isnt a prerequisite. 

In 2019 I hosted a magnificent and expensive masquerade ball to very prematurely announce my departure from the country in which I still reside nine months later. As a feature of this event, I wanted to play social chemistry, and devised a system of pairs of matching badges with free drinks attached, to encourage people to mingle outside of their groups with characters I knew they would appreciate. Whilst plotting combinations, there was close to zero people for whom “I could match them with Huw!” Didnt immediately spring to mind. This boy is a power card, a true spectacle, an unreflective social butterfly which rivals and potentially surpasses my own self. Throughout that same evening he captivated and entranced, and represented himself and his hosts in the highest degree. I tell this story partly because I love remembering that I threw a motherfucking ball, and partly because it demonstrates the fluid ease with which this boy makes acquaintance with the world around him.  Interestingly to me, his approach is very different from my own. Where I am fully self assured and selective, Huw is modest, humble, open, sincere, his charm lies in his unreserved belief that everyone is interesting, and that he would be doing a disservice to himself by not taking the opportunity to befriend a new stranger. For real he is a force of nature, this is a field in which I perform devilishly well and he trumps me in spades.

He is also one of my kindest advisors, a man who will earnestly and passionately talk at any length about any problem you look to discuss, trade anecdotes and wisdoms. His shade of wisdom is unique to the range of characters in my life, it is born of the simple things, warmth, appreciation, and time for little luxuries, but has a complexity and depth which belies an old soul. 

This goalless ramble like its subject has abundant good will and a moderate deficit of structure, ah well. I love Huw very dearly, my life would be much poorer without him in it, and as he is very very far away presently during this mighty strange and uncertain time, I dont know when his path will next cross my own. I doubt it will be soon. Yet he is family to me, he is a little brother and possibly in the correct mood, also an eccentric grandfather. And to that end, distance and time irrespective, I hope he knows that I am with him always, available whenever he needs anything, ride or die, be it to chat or to hide a body.

[eslariasongcontest]

Nevern

Capital: Genticolate

National Motto: ‘Cam Yn Y Cyfeiriad Cywir ’ (A Step in the Right Direction)

The nation of Nevern is a coastal country located on Eteriske, located on the west coast. It is completely surrounded by Arpiola, El’dzhin, Ielaskaya and Illesto, and with the ocean to the west.

The flag of Nevern is a multi-colored banner style flag, with red (representing the color of the famed Nevernian dragon), white (representing the peace amongst the people) and pink (representing the color of Nevern’s nation animal, the Eslarian Salmon) horizontal stripes and thinner yellow stripes located between the red and the white, and the white and the pink. Located on the left hand side of the flag is a vertical navy blue stripe.

The Nevernian capital of Genticolate is situated on the western coast of Lake Calzira, and on the eastern mouth of the Liracenza River. It has a population of 1.9 million people and holds about 58% of the country’s population, making Nevern one of the most sparsely populated areas in Eslaria, with most of the population living in the Liracenza river river valley and its tributaries.

Nevern is home to some of Eslaria’s rockiest coasts, with about 65% of the country’s coastline composed of jagged rocks and steep cliffs. It is also home to some of the world’s brightest and clearest ocean waters. Overlooking these waters are also castles which date back centuries, which housed many of Eslaria’s most wealthy and prestigious families. The country also prides itself on establishing one of Eslaria’s most difficult languages, Elviran. It is isolated to Nevern as it was created by nobility as a way to distinguish themselves from the common Nevernian. It continues to be spoken as a mother tongue by a number of the descendents of these noble families and the elite, but has been dying out in recent years.

(spotlight written by Admin Mari)

[octamagas-jewels-blog]

Special order - Nevern / Welsh Cross with Swarovski. www.octamagasjewels.etsy.com 🍀🌾🌙 #welsh #nevern #clover #triquetra #pagan #jewelrylovers #jewelry #jewerlydesign #celtic #celticcross #triangle #paganism #celt #celtic #pendant

[suevincent]

Whispers in the West – part three from Steve Tanham

Whispers in the West – part three from Steve Tanham

Reblogged from The Silent Eye, continuing Steve’s take on the weekend: Whispers in the West – part three After the group’s successful ascent of Carningli (panorama shot above), the second day of the Silent Eye’s Whispers in the West weekend continued, with a short, further car journey to one of the historic highlights of the trip – Pentre Ifan. Pentre Ifan is the best known, and because of its…

View On WordPress

[greedygardener]

Nevern estuary,Pembrokeshire