Our history dates back to the celts, followed by a land controlled by different lords and princes, constantly fighting each other.
Then in the 1200's we were captured again by the english, great monstrous strong castles were erected in stratigic locations to fight of llewellyn, and take control, conwy, caernaffon, harlech, baeumaris. Were all built to control us.
But our culture rose instead of declined, and we became ever more passionate of our nationality, rules were inputted to ban us from speaking our native language, but we remain today although our language really took a beating during ocupation.
We are a land of song and our hymns can be heard drifting across the moors as the hardy men male their way to the mines.
My homeland is wales, the very name wales is translated roughly to foreigner.
Cymru (cum ree) is the true name of my country,
And every son and daughter of cymru has the blood of the dragon in their veins, ready and waiting ro rise once again to freedom.
From King aurther, owain gkyndwr, princ llywellyn, to the great giant rita gawr who is buried on the summit of snowdon, wales highest mountain, the giant was known to make a coat from the beards of kings. Your never short of a story.
In the hidden valleys as the crystal clear water travels through brooks and dells, you may be lucky enough to meet a fairy, Or a troll protecting his bridge.
Anything is possible if you believe.
Wales is a land that you can absorb into the very fabric of you being, a homeland of the heart.
Cymru am byth, yma o hydd
Wales forever, we're still here.
ns 108.162.216.60da2
and then Add to home screen.