Heno

Heno (English: Tonight) is S4C's current evening magazine television programme, broadcast at 7pm each weekday. Its afternoon sister programme is called Prynhawn da (English: Good Afternoon).

Background

Heno was originally first broadcast on S4C on Monday 17 September 1990, made by production company Agenda (which became Tinopolis) in Swansea. It was replaced by a similar programme, Wedi 7, in 2003.

Heno returned on 1 March 2012 after Tinopolis won a £5.1 million contract. The show is recorded in Tinopolis's Llanelli studio. In May 2012 they re-opened their studio in Caernarfon (which they had recently closed) following complaints that the programme was too Llanelli based. The Caernarfon studio created content about North and Mid-Wales.

Format

The programme was originally broadcast at 6pm each weekday, but since 2012 has aired at between 7pm and 8pm on Mondays and Fridays, or 7-7:30pm on Tuesday, Wednesday and Thursday. Broadcasts are live, with a variety of guests chatting with the presenters in the Llanelli studio. Several reporters provide short items of interest from around Wales.

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Heno (disambiguation)

Heno (meaning Tonight in Welsh) is a Welsh-language television programme broadcast on S4C.

Heno can also refer to:

  • Heno, founder of the village of Hainewalde in Saxony
  • Heno, nickname of Armenian footballer Henrikh Mkhitaryan
  • Heno Magee, first winner in 1976 of the Rooney Prize for Irish Literature
  • Heno Patera, a volcanic patera on Jupiter's moon Io
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