Another Saturday, don’t they roll round fast?
It’s snippet time again – a time when 30+ authors of LGBT themed fiction post six[ish] sentences of published works or WIPs and share them around through the magical medium of Facebook *rolls eyes a bit*. Click on the link about to go to the Facebook group where all the links are collected.
Okay, still with me?
I’m posting the next consecutive six from Calon Lan – a title taken from the old Welsh hymn which means Pure Heart – which is set during the Great War an shows a romance through the eyes of the married sister of one of the protagonists. Last week Alwyn had gone to the station to fetch his friend, leaving Bethan and Nye alone in the house.
They were tidy again and Bethan had prepared supper while Nye finished his work in the yard, before Bethan saw the first glimmer of light from the lamp on the trap. She peered into the gathering dark, wondering if she should call Nye in from where he was shutting up the fowls for the night, but then she saw him striding down the yard to open the gate. Bethan admired the spring in his step, knowing that she had put it there, then went to stir up the fire. She hung the kettle and swung it into the flames while listening to try and guess how long she would have before they came inside. Nye called a welcome, his voice small in the distance and she heard no reply that carried over the ring of Polly’s hooves and the grate of iron shod wheels on the cobbles.
She heard a soft mutter of voices, a louder comment from Nye then Nye appeared at the door with a canvas bag in his arms. He kicked the door shut behind him and rolled his eyes. “Your bloody brother,” he muttered and set the bag aside so he could stoop to remove his boots.
In case you want to know what Calon Lan sounds like this is the shortest vid I can find. The Welsh Youth Choir amusing other passengers at Buenos Aires airport on their way back from a series of gigs commemorating the 150th anniversary of the Welsh arriving in Argentina and settling in Patagonia.
If you don’t mind a longer version with pretty pictures of Wales there’s this one:
Elin Gregory 
Lovely. All round.
You’d have been proud of me, singing Calon Lan with gusto pre Wales vs France at the Principality. xx
🙂 thanks babe.
Wish I’d been there to join in. I used to love being in Cardiff on match day, even though matches are ‘omg too many people’ for me. You used to be able to feel the singing in your chest if you walked past Cardiff Arms.
Lovely snippet, I was almost there in the room. As for Calon Lan – for me that will always bring memories of going to Cardiff Arms Park with my grandfather when I was a kid. He was a remarkable man and that was our time and our place.
What a lovely memory. 🙂 My most vivid memories of my dad are of sitting with him drawing. We played a game called “squiggles” where we would take turns to draw a squiggle and maybe a dot or two and the other one would have to turn it into something recognisable. Great game
Had many a St David’s Day eistedfodd singing Calon Lan with Lily’s drawers! Is this out yet?
And I’ve forgotten how to spell Eisteddfod!
LOL don’t worry, I always do too.
Not out – not even finished, but I’m getting there. Thanks for commenting.
Uh, oh. I wonder what Alwyn did to justify Nye’s muttering comment?
Sorry, my lovely. If I keep doing the sentences as they come it’s 3 more weeks. a fraction of a second in reading time, uncomfortably long in snippets.
Thanks for commenting.
LOL, I wonder what Nye’s complaining about. As always, this is lovely.
Thank you 🙂
Lovely snippet. I wonder why Nye is complaining.
I’m getting there. In reading a book terms it doesn’t take long, but six sentences at a time it takes ages to get the plot points out there.
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Ah, I see Nye is back to his normal gloomy/grumpy self. (Well, he seems grumpy to me, anyhow.) Can’t wait to read more and see what he’s so glum about now. (Dour! Dour is the word I want!)
I really enjoyed this (and the music too)
Such a lovely snippet. I do wonder why Nye is complaining.