cymru
am byth
Feed the nests. Light the beacons. Wake the Dragon.
About
Johnny was in a dream a year ago.
Now he won’t leave me alone.
UnofficIal Cymru
Is the realisation of a dream.
Starting with a handful of garments seen in the dream. Limited runs. Made like keepsakes, not like kit.
Johnny Wyn Williams
The sort of name that turns up halfway through a story in a pub, and nobody argues with it.
Cardi boy. Ex-international. A No. 8 who kicked penalties, because he felt like it. A forward with a boot like a church bell and the nerve to use it. He did not play the game “properly”, which is why people still talk about him. He made the pitch feel a bit haunted.
Then he hung up his boots.
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Johnny’s World
Wales is a country of nests.
Every pitch is a dragon’s nest, from the smallest muddy touchline behind a school in Llangwm, to a sell out Llandovery. Some nests are small and fierce, the kind that bite before they breathe. Some are big and heavy with history, built from old songs, old bruises, tough winters.
And above them all is the heart-nest in Cardiff: the Principality, the great bowl of stone and thunder. That is where the main dragon sleeps.
Right now, the dragon is unmotivated. Unprovoked. Uninspired.