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Simon Lilly

Simon Hughes Lilly writes pieces that weave together the inner workings of a curious mind with the scintillating patterns of the landscape. It seems to him that he often narrates or translates, rather than constructs or composes.

It is a matter of being alert to the timbre and lilt of the voices that arise at quiet moments, and being able to get them down on paper as accurately as may be.

His style and subject matter is coloured by his interest in the earliest writings of Britain: the Welsh, the Anglo-Saxon, the Nordic and the Gaelic traditions, as well as the contemplative and spiritual writings of India and the Far East.

As a visual artist, he often attempts to combine fragments of writings within his art works.


He currently has published the following volumes inspired by local landscapes:

Moonlight Through Glass

The House of Trees

A Wandering Mind

On Longer Tides

Subject as Object

On the Ridge Road

Scribble River


 His words and art can be seen at:

Books are available from his online shop:  click HERE

Dr Wyn Thomas

Dalai Lama

Dr Wyn Thomas

in his words:

"I can still recall the thrill of hearing stories, as a very young boy, of life in Radnorshire when my Grandparents were children.  So too, the excitement of opening a history book and discovering facts and links to places, people and events.  One notable example was discovering Owain Glyndwr’s connection to Radnorshire: The Battle of Brynglas, which occurred on 22nd June 1402.

But if three events inspired my interest in Welsh militancy, and why I resolved to approach historical writing in an impartial and balanced manner, they are as follows: in my early twenties, I learned that the water pipeline from Cwm Elan to Birmingham, at a point no more than five miles from my family home in Llandrindod, had been targeted by Welsh militants in 1952. 

During my childhood, I used to spend periods during the school holidays on my Grandparents’ farm in mid-Wales.  On one occasion, when aged nine or so, my Grandmother and I were looking out of the kitchen window across to the hill opposite, when she spoke sorrowfully that her farm home might be targeted for flooding, as had been rumoured a few years before.  She implored me: ‘don’t let it happen here’.  It was, or what I perceived to be, her sense of bewilderment, sadness and helplessness which instilled a belief that Wales and its people needed to be protected from injustice.

Embarking on a period of global back-packing in my twenties, having been told that the undertaking would dilute my Welsh nationalism, I returned home even more convinced of Wales’s unique cultural identity and its own ‘special place’ in the world."



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