Friends, Celts, and everone else

A country of mountains and valesOf daffodils,
rugby and song
A country of coal mines and dragons
And a people whose spirit is strong.
A country of hills and valleysOf land so rich and green
Of Eisteddfods, poets and bards
And a people whose pride can be seen.
A country of warriors and heroes
A tapestry of legends and tales
An oppressed people’s fight for freedom


This is my country, this is my Wales

You guessed that my "Welshness" is important to me right? I speak Welsh, I think Welsh and I am very proud of my heritage. It's a Celtic thing, I love the Scottish and the Irish and the reamianing peoples of Cornwall. All things have their drawbacks though and I find myself somwhat "old fashioned" in some of my ways. Oh not of the dress sense variety, or the fact that I can party my little size 2's Jimmy choo's. Oh, no just in the ways of the world.

Our coven of Four have settled in the Welsh hills for years, our home is reclusive. "The Bell House" was built as a watchtower on the old Road between North and South Wales, to guard for highwaymen. My adoptive family have now owned the property for the last 25 years, and are 30 miles from the nearest village. Good for hunting, not good for a social life. My elder brother loves the area, he was first "born" a farmers son Iwan ap Dafydd Ddu was born in the 17C to my adoptive parents. He then found and turned my Sister Mari Llywellyn in 1890. I am the Youngest.

I have not yet found myself a partner, but having had bad encounters with seemingly honest Manpires who have turned out less than gentlemanly I have decided it's me time. My passion for all things risky, my bikes and fast cars, my sport, tear me apart form my family and my roots. I'm still unable to decide if life as a nomad is the way forward. I have acquired a flat in BlackHeath in London and think it may be time to see if I can live alone. I think I'll be very happy as long as I have my bike.

I recently spent a weekend in Ireland with Siobhan, Maggie and Liam. I wish to thank them from the bottom of my "heart" for their hospitality, and for helping me to become a true independent woman. I feel like I have found a true soulmate in Maggie. She is the same as me, restless and wants to be free. She has even invested in a bike, a Ducati. I adore my BMW K1200RS, and I need the bike as an extention of myself. It makes me feel "real" and whole again, like there's something in the world that's worth living on for. Maggie has made me feel my worth again, she's a cracking girl and although she towers over me in stature, she's such a fragile little thing. I wouldn't want anything to happen to her.

Along with the lovely fellow Celts in Ireland, I have met a few Nomads, mainly Donna and Scarlett, they have also taught me to have a new sense of freedon and not to be bound by the constraints of my home and family. I'm anticipating a great time ahead. And for the first time thinking seriously about my future life being just Beth Pyrs from Wales, and being proud of it.