Below, earlier in the day, this Elephant Hawkmoth caterpillar was marching across the gravel, intending to find somewhere to cwtch up as a pupa over-winter. So I imagine he is now under one of my bigger terracotta planters which will protect him from the winter weather. Their feedplant is the Willowherb, of which I have plenty here.
Thursday, 7 August 2025
Wildlife and a trip out
Tuesday, 5 August 2025
A Shave in a Lion's Cage
(Reproduced from the George Wombwell collection. This is dated 1930, two years before the circus ended, and taken at Marlborough).
Yesterday I had a lovely afternoon - mainly because I was waiting for the return of a phonecall about my travel insurance. I sat ALL afternoon, but no-one phoned. Glad to say I got it sorted this morning. So having spent yesterday morning on housework - bed changing/making, and vacuuming, as one must, it was good to sit and remember what Granny C (ma-in-law) had told me about the family. Tam wanted me to write it down lest it be forgotten. I wrote up about 4 pages. Keith's grandfather, who he took after in looks and cheeky personality and a slight tendency to live life on the edge at times, was always short of money. When not working as a barman, he was a Bookie's Runner - though there were occasions when he didn't put a bet on for someone because he thought the chap had wasted his money on something that could be beaten by a horse with 3 legs. Sometimes the blardy thing WON and rather than giving the chap his bet back (which he would do when the horse had lost, as no-one had money to throw away), he had to try and find the winnings from somewhere and went to the Boxing Booths, to try and win it back. He must have been a pretty tidy boxer, as he always did. (He died in 1916 on the Somme, so this was all prior to 1914).
Anyway, on another occasion, he had a shave in a Lion's Cage. Granny C said it was for a bet, but I imagine they offered money to any member of the public brave (or foolish) enough to do it. Good publicity for them, that's for sure. Idly, I asked Mr Google about it and this photo turned up. It was undoubtedly Wombwell's travelling circus which had been in Manchester and it was in a cage this SMALL that grandad C had a shave within paw's reach of one or more lions. Wasn't he brave? Hah - can you imagine what Health and Safety would have to say about this today?!
I have had a phone calls and paperwork sort of day today. The phone call was fine, but the paperwork was I thought, just a case of putting in the special number for Probate and then it would go ahead, as we had filled in endless forms for HMRC. But no, Gov.uk wants to know everything again, and practically asks what all the executors had for breakfast and it was running me ragged. I gave up (pages saved) when it clearly expected me to have the Will in front of me as it was asking had it been stapled, were there watermarks on it, was it this, that and the other, and clearly I need to get in touch with the Solicitors and go in with my passport and driving licence for identity, so that I can take the Will away to forward it on to gov.uk for probate. Crazy because I already had to have a copy to go with all the probate papers.
I have rubbed down and masked up the French windows now, and then done some tidying (long overdue) in the long border, and cut back all the spent Cranesbills. There is a LOT more to do out there - I remember when I used to have the energy at Ynyswen to garden 8 hours a day! Not any more. Now I'm waiting for my chap who cuts the grass to arrive as the lawn is getting on the long side.
Enjoy your Wednesday.
Monday, 4 August 2025
Church bothering - St Bilo's church, Llanfilo
Whilst I cannot hope to challenge Billy's photographs of this lovely church, here is my take on it. Keith and I went there when we first came to Builth area, but sadly the church was locked. He would have absolutely loved it too, as it has an amazing Rood Screen and other things of interest including the old wooden parish chest.
Its earliest roots are in the 5th C, when it was dedicated to St Bilo, one of King Brychan's 24 childen (a daughter). It's earliest roots are in the 12th C - guess who missed the ornamental lintel in the back of the church.
It "rivals Partrishow and Llanelieu in its beauty, peace and holiness" (Griffiths). Having been to both these amazing early churches, I agree but think that Partrishow has the edge on holy atmosphere.
The stonework of the church mostly dates from the 14th and 15th C, and the tower was totally rebuilt in 1882, apparently as it had looked prior to this. Work began on much-needed repairs just before WW1 (the lychgate was repaired in the 1920s, and dedicated to 3 local boys who went to War and never returned.) Since the amazing rood screen dates back to Tudor times, it would have been a huge loss had it deteriorated still further, quite apart from the wonderful vaulted roof and many memorial stones inside. W D Caroe carried out a sensitive restoration in the 1920s.
Looking down the nave towards the Rood Screen and the chancel beyond. It's always good to see the original pews still in place - 6 of them are Jacobean and made of oak. One is dated 1630. The Havard pews recall the family and its Norman ancestors. The beautiful ribbed barrel-vaulted ceiling gives an airyness to the church. It dates to the 15th C, with some wood replaced as necessary.
This is a Rood Screen dating from Tudor Times (Henry VIII), although by the time the 20th C repairs were carried out, the figures of the Saints needed to be recarved and replaced. This was sensitively done by Nathaniel Hitch, an expert in early church carvings. You can see the lighter wood demonstrates the carvings above the vine and pomegranates which had to be completely renewed.
I just love this evil-eyed Wyvern, spewing out the interlace of Vine leaves, grapes and pomegranates. (The Pomegranate was the device of Catherine of Aragon).
The Altar, which appears to have had repairs too. I desperately wanted to get at it with some Linseed oil, to feed and darken it!
This wasn't mentioned in any of the information, so one can only assume a grave cover from earlier times?
The old (cracked) Gabriel bell ("for ringing the Angelus - a traditional Catholic resurrection prayer") dates from 1410 and was cast in Worcester, and is the oldest bell in the County. It is marked with a Latin inscription which translates as "I have the name of Gabriel sent from heaven".
The ancient parish chest, which is divided into two compartments - one for the lesser things, with just one lock latterly, but the scars of where two contemporary locks used to be. The important records and documents - perhaps the chalice etc too - required 3 key holders to open it.
Sunday, 3 August 2025
Yesterday
It was hard getting up yesterday morning (5.30, to leave by 6.30) but it's a 50 minute drive and so an early start is necessary.
I took Too Many Boxes. Trying to get rid of Old Friends here - bits of glass and china I've had since our days at Carmarthen Fleamarket when such things sold. Hey ho. The Australian pieces came from a chap who did the Carmarthen Fleamarket a couple of times. We passed on his stuffed crocodile, but bought these pieces of Aboriginal art instead - a pipe, a bird and a canoe. The black pot to the right is an old Nigerian ink pot, which is a rare piece, but of course these sorts of things are a bit niche. The ink pot was from a sale of the Rakes estate cupboards and attic, from when one of the family members died. That was definitely pre-Covid, about 2017 or 18. The little country print used to be on the wall in my office . . . Hence, my stand is never minimalist and carefully choreographed like the other stands at the Fair. I have to Pile It High to try and clear things a bit. Plus you never know what people want.
That gorgeous dough bin, on the stage behind the painting, already had a SOLD sticker on it when I saw it. I'm not surprised. It's lovely.


















































