#henllie

[kingkenzieofmold]

Can I request Henllie sick day? (Ellie taking care of sick Henry)

You don't have to do it now if you don't want to

Goodness, me and henry both needing some TLC! This was a fun request and I hope you enjoyed!

[lovelygirlnicole15]

I drew Cherry and Felix (My Rosemin Twins) all grown up.

They're 28 years old in the future, both live with their parents (Henry and Ellie), they're not criminals and they never will be, for the meantime they don't have jobs but they're trying the best.

Felix is very brave and he enjoys having adventures, unlike his twin sister, Cherry is pretty shy and not very an adventurous girl.

Both twins used to have an normal life until something happened that caused them to get into separate journeys where they might see each other again.

Note: This is NOT an Au, just an next generation headcanon.

[thesilicontribesman]

Castell Henllys Iron Age Hillfort Roundhouses and Interiors Photoset 2, Crymych, Pembrokeshire, Wales

[aldocerandaz]

Una nueva imagen en color mejorada del helicóptero Ingenuity de la NASA muestra la región "Castell Henllys" en el cráter Jezero de Marte.

La imagen, tomada durante el Vuelo 48 de Ingenuity el 12 de octubre de 2023, muestra un área de aproximadamente 1 kilómetro cuadrado (0,38 millas cuadradas) La región está dominada por una serie de crestas y valles, que los científicos creen que fueron formados por el flujo de agua hace miles de millones de años. El artículo fue publico el el 26 de mayo de 2023 La imagen proporciona un…

[thecenturylifestyle]

What’s with BTEC Stonehenge? Tour of Castell Henllys/Pentre Ifan

[jason-1971]

Castell Henllys Iron Age Hill Settlement

[yugimoto]

castell henllys

[peekchores]

Wolf by HENLLY TATA https://ift.tt/AGN7Tcn

[cybiluncivilised]

Day 1 of Medieval May

Introduction

Hey!

I'm Beth. I'm a reenactor from Wales. I'm gender fluid and a university student. I first started doing historical reenactment when I joined The Sealed Knot. They're an English Civil War reenactment society. I always really loved the idea of trying out what historical people did, before I ever heard the words experimental archaeology and living history, and I was particularly interested in the iron age because I lived near a place called Castell Henllys - a recreation of an iron age settlement. This Iron Age fort featured in a series called Surviving The Iron Age and that was the first time of encountered the idea of trying to imitate life historic. Since then, I've followed The Guedelon Castle Project.

I was in and out of the SK for several years, and joined a medieval group called The Knight Templar which I am 50:50 over whether it was actually incredibly dodgy, then I joined Historia Normannis. HN is pretty good. I actually get guidance and help and combat training, which is a start.

My impressions are Sybil or Cybil (she can't spell so idc) and Arthur. ^.^ I'm hoping to build a Welsh and Norman impression, so one day I'll expand to having a round shield and some things like winningas and such. I might try to be a draper with my female impression, but we'll see.

Last year's entries will be popping up over the month as well. Check out the tag on Tumblr and on Instagram. I don't think it really has taken off on Facebook, but we'll see.

[kingkenzieofmold]

Day 16. Collab! AU!Midnight-Ninja Clan: Rosemin! Art block hit me like a truck yesterday :( but I am better then ever so enjoy <3

Midnight-Ninja Clan AU belongs to @lovelygirlnicole15

[lovelygirlnicole15]

Stickmintines 2023 (Day 20: Dance)

Rosemin again!!

Fun fact: I decide to use one of my fanarts of few months ago in this (I post this in Reddit before you ask)

But anyway, here's a Midnight-Ninja King dancing with his beloved Queen.

[thesilicontribesman]

Castell Henllys Iron Age Hillfort Roundhouses and Interiors Photoset 2, Crymych, Pembrokeshire, Wales

[i-ghd]

Pembrokeshire, county of castles, coves and film star sands.

The eye was piercing. The gaze was imperious. The message an unspoken “Do you know who’s in control around here?” Eventually, of course, the human in boots, inching forward as quietly as he could along the Pembrokeshire Coast Path, prevailed over the haughty feathered hunter perched on a fence post.

I was no more than 15 feet away, with the summit of nearby Carn Llidi as a backdrop, when the sparrowhawk very reluctantly gave way. It lifted off and, after a few grudging wing beats, alighted again about six posts along.

In the space of ten minutes, as I moved slowly forward, it repeated this procedure: lift off, lazy flutter of wings and perch again, about fives times, before cutting back in a wide arc across the field to roughly where I first met it.

The guidebooks tell you to look down from the cliffs for seals, porpoises, dolphins and to the windy space between land and sea for choughs, those comical blackbird-size birds with red legs. But not a word about this top predator, which had clearly dined so well on the local singbirds that it scarcely needed to move. (The birds sang on, despite the predations.) 

Approach this national trail as you might a long, detailed menu in a restaurant, one with a wide choice of starters, many of them a meal in itself. There are also some main courses, specialities of this county, and you will want to sample one or two of them. However you would need a giant’s appetite to consume the whole 186-miles, still less the entire 870 miles Wales Coast Path, of which this is only a section.

Let’s start with those appetizers. (The sparrow hawk would be in the “today’s specials” section.) I stayed at the county’s western end, on its final thrust towards Ireland. As the chough flies, Waterford is closer than Cardiff.

Hearabouts any three to five mile stretch contains many permutations. The trail twists, it lurches, it plunges, it turns severely back on itself then climbs steeply down into and up out of tiny coves. Little tumbling streams cross your path. Banks dense with foxgloves enclose your way. A flower strewn meadow ends in a sudden sheer drop down to waves boiling over jagged rocks. The view constantly changes. Nothing stays the same on this path for more than a few minutes.

I did an idle measurement on Google Maps afterwards. Made into a straight line the Pembrokeshire Path would stretch here roughly from London, 198 miles away. In 2010, duly impressed, National Geographic Magazine judged this the second best coastal destination in the world, just behind the Avalon Peninsula in Newfoundland, Canada.

Every three or four miles, over much of the western end at least, there is a convenient pause, in the shape of an attractive little harbour, and there’s a fair chance it is served by the coastal bus.

This part of the coast was bristling with unexpected, at least to me, industrial history. We think of the Welsh valleys studded with smokestacks and pit heads, but there is the evidence of long and serious industry in this quiet backwater. The clues that somewhere, such as Abereiddi, was once very busy is in the eroded remains of labourers’ cottages. In other places those that stood up long enough after the decline are now holiday cottages.

We dropped down into Porthgain, an industrial powerhouse  in its day. The roads of England were paved with crushed dolerite processed here. Now gentrification is complete. The main industrial building is now the Shed Fish and Chip Bistro. On our visit no fewer than ten Norwegian-registered vintage MG sportscars were neatly parked on the quayside.

The drivers and passengers were in the Shed, where they may well have been enjoying the exquisite if expensive fresh crab sandwiches, sold at prices Chiswick visitors would recognize. We ordered the same at the Sloop Inn opposite. We were perfectly positioned, some time later, to see the MGs set off in orderly convoy on the road to Fishguard.

The coast continues like this for miles, with a spot of strenuous striding, frequent heart-lifting views, tantalising glimpses of islands big and small just off the coast. Here and there an encounter with a profound religious past, in the ruined chapel and well of St David’s mother St Non, for example.

There are other, bigger harbours. In Solva the man in the car park handed out leaflets promoting all the little art craft shops, restaurants and guest houses. The Dutch and German cars underline the county’s appeal to a discerning international market – the drivers were not there for the weather.

And so to those landscape “main courses” I mentioned. On the path from the lifeboat station at St Justinians, heading north, I am suddenly above a wide, flat,  sandy beach where somebody had expertly drawn a vast jellyfish, so big it could only be seen to proper effect from 200 yards up, on the footpath.

Pembrokeshire’s beaches are now an international hot property.  Hollywood could have chosen some enchanted strand on Bali or Hawaii as the location where Kristen Stewart thunders through the surf with 80 muscular extras on horseback in the 2012 movie ”Snow White and the Huntsman”. Instead the studios chose the wide, flat, golden film-star sands, perfectly smoothed by the outgoing tide, of Marloes Sands, on southern Pembrokeshire, even if they did computer-generate an extravagant outburst of fairy-tale towers on the conveniently flat-topped Gateholm Island, which stands just yards off the headland.

Marloes first broke into the movies in 1967 when The  Lion in Winter was filmed here. Whitesands was used in the BBC4 Richard II. 

In 2010 Hollywood came to another Pembrokeshire beach, Freshwater West. Ridley Scott had filmed Robin Hood there, with Russell Crowe. The filmmakers built higgledy-piggledy Shell Cottage there for Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows. The beach is clearly visible in the film. You will find no trace that the scrupulously tidy film makers were ever there. It’s the same at Marloes, left just as they found it.

You could easily construct a week or ten day holday around this sublime coastland, mixing up walks with boat trips to Skomer or Ramsey, dining out in the many harbour pubs on fresh local fish. The coast path has been conveniently cut up into 200 bite-size local walks, some of them circular.

One took us a few miles inland to St Davids, which is Britain’s smallest city, by virtue of the cathedral. We arrived early to benefit from its remoteness. Most day trippers, coming from afar, don’t get there until well on in the morning. We came across the intimate little cathedral, nestling in a green valley, well before the throng.

In the nave we had plently of room for some entry-level surveying, measuring the startling incline on the spirit level app on my daughter’s smartphone. It is almost two degrees.

St David’s has an understated nobility, because of its size and unusual position. On a scale of conspicuous cathedrals, Lincoln would be a 10. St David’s would be a 1. It was a steep climb up to the city, in reality a pleasant little town, where we gave in to the Italian charms of  the Bench cafe for coffee and ice cream.

Until the early 1800s Pembrokeshire would have been as remote by land as some European cities were for a traveler starting out from London. Railways opened the county up, and oil at Milford Haven and the Irish boat traffic through Fishguard Harbour ensured the rail links survived even in the bleak post-Beeching era.

The trains helped build Tenby into as gracious a Victorian resort as Whitby or Ilfracombe. Novelist George Eliot was inspired enough by her visit to this perfect little resort in 1856 to take up writing. It has been a destination of rare distinction ever since.

A cordon of high, narrow Georgian and Victorian town houses in delicate pastel colours still wraps around Tenby’s sea front. To dodge the wind you either head to the sandy beach on the town’s north flank, or, if it’s blowing from the other direction, seek out the little harbour to the south.

Praise, then, for frequent services direct from Manchester deep into Pembrokeshire, connecting with services from London and the west and south.

It’s still the case, of course, that most visitors drive here. They will find the car necessary for visiting the centre of the county where the excellent bus service doesn’t reach.

Pembroke, is technically on the coast. The tide probes almost under the walls of the castle where  Henry Tudor, who became Henry VII, was born in 1457, (It was restored to its formidable Norman pomp after a crumbly, ivy-covered interlude in the 1900s.) But it feels like an inland town.

The castle, proud and imposing above this ancient town, is just one the county’s rich crop of citadels, The list includes Manorbier, Cilgerran, Haverfordwest, Lamphey, Llawhaden, and Picton castles. There are over 50 all told, if you include forts and the reconstructed 600 BC Iron Age citadel Castell Henllys. Leading the list is Carew Castle. It overlooks a serene millpond, with a 11th century Celtic Cross and Wales’s only restored Tidal Mill. Narberth is another appealing little castle town. If you buy the Welshcakes in Waitrose, they come from here.

[bwwhitney]

Trip to Wales

Itinerary so far

Tintern Abbey 

Cwmyoy and St. Martin’s Church

Llanthony Priory and the Black Mountains

Hay on Wye and the book shops

Brecon Beacons National Park

Pembrokeshire Coast Path National Trail 

Carreg Cennen Castle

Castell Henllys (not sure about this as it seems a bit too touristy)

 Pentre Ifan Burial Chamber

Then up to Porthmadog and Snowdonia

Iain Robinson @thefierybiscuit has been a great help and inspiration. And of course Petra @mydododied @mydododark and her photographs helped me fall in love with the idea of visiting Wales in the first place.

Suggestions are welcome, especially if you have been to the places on the list.

Thanks!

Bud

[pippin-tog]

Henllys Church north face