Smelling like a tart's armpit!

 The subtitle for this should be Patrishow Church, Part 1.  To round off a lovely weekend with both our daughters here, after Gabby had gone home, Tam and I went out to find a church I knew I would struggle to find on my own so I took advantage of Tam's Satnav and we went to Patrishow Church beyond Crickhowell.  I have to say, it was slightly worrying as the road got narrower and narrower until it was barely the width of an old hay wagon - they must have measured an inch either side of the edge of the wagon wheels!  But we found it!  And W.O.W.

What a spot. The views were stunning and the church truly belonged there.

St Issui's church, where he was buried.

The lychgate is pretty ancient, though tidied up in Edwardian times, and the church has roots back to when the Normans arrived, although St Issui was  there in the 6th C and the church truly feels linked to his time.

Even this little outbuilding was of a venerable age and look at how thick the stone roof tiles are!

I think the Lord of the Manor belongs here as much as anyone else.

The end of the church with St Issui's chapel in front of it.

The Preaching Cross.

St Issui's chapel was also unlocked and we went in for a quiet moment.

St Issui's statue.  He holds a Reliquary in his right hand.

A slightly wonky window reminded us we were just the other side of the valley from crooked half collapsed Cwmyoy Church.

Part of a broken memorial to a beloved wife, on the floor of the chapel.

Time to go inside.  That will be in Part II.

The stoop inside the porch.

Looking back towards the lytchgate.

We came home via Crickhowell.  A slightly blurry photo of the beautiful hanging baskets in the town.

I hope you all had a lovely weekend too.

Oh - and the title - Tam and I had to slather ourselves in Avon Skin so Soft before we went - it vanquishes biting insects, but you smell, as I said, like a Tart's Armpit with it on!!!