#BoraDa #Cymraeg #StDavidsDay #CymruAmByth I always try to forget that I am 'accursed perfidious Albion'. It's your ability to feel #hiraeth I would love to share. Especially on day's like today. At the concert with the #WelshGuards and the #PembrokeChoir I cried with joy when you sang #myfanwy after that dirge for Chucky the turd. Proper 
After 5 months of no walks, finally got back up a (small) mountain in glorious weather today. Foel Goch in the Arenig range is a very modest 2,004 feet, but stands isolated from other ranges giving it an amazing panorama from Yr Wyddfa, Glyderau, Carneddau, Clwydian Hills, Y Berwyn, the Hirnant Hills, Aranau, Cader Idris and Arenig Fawr and Fach.
Quite emotional to be back in the hills, it's such a boost to my mental health. Bonus Bronze Age standing stone and cairn too.
I am not quite sure that this new restaurant in a trendy neighbourhood in Columbus, Ohio, quite captures the proper meaning of its name, Hiraeth.
Beef tartare served with naan, Greek tomato salad with tzatziki, and whole fried fish with a sweet chili sauce are among the menu's highlights, according to a story that accompanied this photo gallery.
Final touch-ups on this one and it’s ready for varnishing!
Porth Mawr, Sir Penfro, #Cymru #oilpainting #hiraeth
I miss the time before everyone decided adult sleepovers are supposed to be sexual. I just want to get cozy together, rewatch a favorite movie, cuddle, bake something tasty, and have an excuse to make everyone cappuccinos in the morning.
We can make it “adult” by sharing the music we listen to when we’re having anxiety attacks with each other.
Shwmae, Kath dw i! Home will always be #Pembrokeshire / #SirBenfro but I now live in #LetchworthGardenCity with my husband and daughter. I have fairly permanent #hiraeth but get back home regularly to get my feet in the Atlantic as much as possible. I’m currently studying on a #Mynediad course via Zoom each week - the first New Year’s Resolution I’ve ever actually stuck to.
#today I have been missing Twitter. But I'm not going back there. The Twitter I miss doesn't exist any more. And I like it here anyway.
But I miss the good times, and the people I knew on there who for one reason or another aren't using Mastodon.
It is a tech version, I suppose, of a feeling that we Welsh call 'hiraeth': a longing for a time and place in which you were once content, and which perhaps never truly existed at all.
Dwi’n wedi gorffen y paentiad hwn!!
Deg ar hugain x pymtheg modfeddi—un mawr
