I last visited Wales in 1996. While there I drove to Llantwit Major (if you want to pronounce that, you have to be able to spit from both sides of your mouth simultaneously), not far from where I used to live. It was a pretty, sleepy little village on the coast of the Bristol Channel.

Here are a few photos I took in 1995:

Here is St. Illtud’s Church, one of the oldest churches in Wales, built in the 11^th Century. Parts were rebuilt in the 13^th and 15^th centuries. If you climb up the bell tower, you can see the steps were replaced by headstones from the graveyard.

Time marches on, I fear. My grandchildren tell me, with a slight hint of condescension, that we are making progress; nothing will convince them otherwise.

Here we have, from the BBC, the latest manifestations of progress to be found in Llantwit Major:

The people of the Vale of Glamorgan gathered in Llantwit Major for the town’s inaugural Pride event on Saturday.

The rural town of about 9,500 people saw the streets adorned with rainbow flags as a parade marched through the streets.

St. Illtud’s Church did not escape the ravages of progress: it flew a rainbow flag:

Life is full of little ironies. Here is another photo of mine from 1995 of the church sign. Note the name of the rector (not me, I should add):