Ugly, lovely towns
“I thought of my river, the Afon Lwyd, that my father had fished in youth, with rod and line for the leaping salmon under the drooping alders. The alders, he […]
“I thought of my river, the Afon Lwyd, that my father had fished in youth, with rod and line for the leaping salmon under the drooping alders. The alders, he […]
When I first visited Brecon as a child it was a bustling market town and the trip was something of a treat – the place was almost exotic in comparison […]
Last April we failed dismally in our first attempt to see the Severn Bore. I say ‘we’ but actually it was my fault – mea culpa. I’d misread the times […]
It’s been two weeks since my last post and you’ll be glad to hear that I’ve washed off the mud and managed to stay upright. I haven’t fallen, slipped or […]
John Betjeman once said that Ludlow is probably the loveliest town in England. I wonder how many he’d visited, because there’s some stiff competition out there. The only other example […]
This week two interesting things happened – the first of which was that The Flying Scotsman hit the rails and passed through Abergavenny. This was a treat not to be […]
The other day I happened to read something about an ancient yew tree in the churchyard of St Cynog’s Church, Defynnog, near Sennybridge. The article reckoned that the tree was […]
I’m a big fan of the National Trust, as I’m sure you know. Partly because they look after wonderful old buildings, woodlands, coastal areas etc, but also because if you […]
We’re home from our Scottish trip, much too soon. We thoroughly enjoyed it, so much that I know that we’ll go back some time. Before we went away a friend […]
We’ve been deep in Jacobite territory this week. Until a few days ago I have to admit I didn’t really know what Jacobites were, but I’ve been on an interesting […]