walking

Parish Walk #1

Parish Walk #1

I didn’t want to dictate the route of the first walk, so I asked for a start point and an end point.  In the end we walked a circular route from one well to another and back again.  We had no route planned, except for a vague direction.  We began at the Well in Ffynnongroyw, for many years the source of water for the village.  It is now a feature on a footpath, a place for the dogs to have a lap of water on a walk.  There were one or two coins in the well, hopefully it brought...

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Yr ochr arall (eto)

I gave up my book, worthy though it was, the interruption is welcome, if not lightly fanciful, ‘we won’t disturb you if we sit here?’ no, (and yes of course!) The three delightful ladies who lunch interrogate my lazing in the sun, already having gleaned our occupation from the staff, perhaps slightly quizzical at my choice of reading (still McIntosh from the train the other week) What do you find to preach about these days? Should you not be in your parish? Do you have a curate? Such questions lead me to believe they are country villiage folk, know...

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mis-guidance

Thank-you John and Diana for a little mis-guidance on how to walk around the parish without missing things of interest.  I think i’ll start by letting someone set the start point and someone else the end point, we’ll have to see what we find in between…

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