Some of my Welsh poppies in the garden . . .
My husband and I had a lovely walk yesterday. We had to drive over to the next valley to have some work done on the car (oil change etc). Whilst it was being done we walked along the lane for an hour or so. It was hot. I mean, REALLY hot. There wasn't much shade. Most of the downhill bits were on the outward journey . . .
But it was a lovely walk and this was a lane we rarely drive along (haven't been along it for years now) and so walking it was a real joy. The car wasn't quite finished when we returned so we had a wander round the village.
Then it was back home to more gardening and more painting. I hope I never have to lift a paintbrush again once we've moved.
View across the fields. The little white cottage, top left, used to belong to friends of ours. A lovely peaceful spot at the end of a trackway.
The roadside banks are a mass of wild flowers right now. you should see Bluebells, Rose Campion, Cow Parsley and what my mum called "Shirtbuttons" - Stitchwort.
Looking across to the Black Mountain . . .
This beech tree was growing on a roadside bank and was absolutely huge.
Isn't this the most beautiful house? Many, many years ago I visited here with friends and have remembered it ever since. The Clematis montana rubens is superb.
It has a beautiful garden, with the stream running through it.
This was obviously the chapel pre-1838 . . .
The wording of this plaque conveys a sense of slight disgruntlement . . .
A little terrace of typical Welsh cottages.
I love the proportions of this cottage and the lovely jadey green paintwork.
The steps to nowhere. The old doorway has been changed into a window now, but once the male workers in this house who "lived in" would have used these steps to go to bed. Needless to say, any female servants had different accommodation . . .