Sunday, May 29, 2022

Llanfair Caerinion

We stayed in the Welsh village of Llanfair Caerinion two nights, wrapped around our visit to Powis, and managed a stroll about one afternoon. Llanfair Caerinion is about 10 miles up the river/over the hill/whatever from Welshpool (like Liverpool) and Powis. Our Airbnb was a nice one bedroom unit converted from the old police station, aptly called "The Old Police Sation." Or "Yr hen orsaf heddlu" in Welsh. Seriously. Look it up.

One sees fewer and fewer real Minis in Britland these days; the only
one we saw during two months in London last year was in a display
at Harrod's; of course the BMW Minis--"Binis" I call them--are
plentiful and of no interest; the specimen above looked like it was 
being parted out; sad but true

Chippy not visited

Parish C of E, locked up tight (it was after five)

The church has a relatively massive cemetery...with nearly all
the tombstones, etc., sorted to one side or another, evidently to
facilitate the mowing program; we speculate that only the
tombstones themselves were moved, in Thomas Hardy fashion
(see https://roadeveron.blogspot.com/2021/08/london-out-takes-1.html)

















































































Down the hill, by the creek, St. Mary's Well,
noted for curative powers; needs some chemical
attention presently; probably pagan in origin








Carving of interest on the church exterior

Have to use the weed-eater here

And here

Did not get the "NoMowMay" memo (about encouraging wild
flowers; perhaps just an English thing)

We interpreted this as signifying the Presbyterian
church; also that its Sunday morning service is a
bore

Llanfair Caerinion street scene

So old and weathered we could not tell whether
it was a mile marker, a street sign, or a menhir; or
perhaps an errant tombstone

The creek and a nice place overlooking it

The slate does not erode into pebbles

Yr hen orsaf heddlu




Powis Castle And Garden, 2022

We visited Powis (aka Powys) castle and gardens on May 19th. Alas, there was now a "no fotos!" policy in the wonderful castle itself, and the great Clive of India museum was closed due to COVID staffing shortages. Total bummer. We toured the castle, however, took a few clandestine pix, had a picnic on the grounds, and then walked the beautiful, historic gardens, snapping a few more pix. 

Our pix from 2009 and 2016, including some of the house and the Clive museum are below:


The National Trust's Powis site also has some great photographs of the castle and its furnishings and collections. 

Approaching the castle entrance; dates from the 13th century

Man cave 

Phony door to library

Library; end of clandestine interior pix

Aggressive picnic guest


On the high walk around the grounds





Powis is known for its enormous giant yew "mountain"
topiaries; all were planted in 1680, and have gone
through different phases of topiary taste since then

The gist is that the yew regenerates from within when 
cut back; see the photo of explanatory signage at the
end of the post

Now walking the "Italian" terraces below the castle






Most unusual, a fragrant rhododendron...


Lead statues on the terraces...the estate owned lead mines in the 
mountains across the valley

Trolley for the gardener in charge of tagging all the plants

The tropical garden on the terraces

About the giant yew and the mountain topiaries; regular pruning
promotes more vigorous growth...

Inside one of the topiary mountains...growing since 1680!


Shobdon Church And The Arches

Something we read at Kilpeck led us to the hamlet of Shobdon, its parish church, and a set of arches there attributed to the Hereford School. More "B" roads and lanes; but we found it. The church was like nothing we have never seen before, and the arches, it turned out, were somewhat removed. 


Interior of the church: Victorian, officially, but we dubbed it
neo-wedding cake revival

One redeeming feature

The original 12th century baptismal font, with
Hereford School carving


Neo wedding cake revival, indeed

So, it turns out, we learned from other visitors, the Arches were
up this beautiful oak-lined avenue

The original arched entry to the 12th century church; thankfully,
someone thought to rescue it from the refuse pile and erect it here;
if only as a folly
Click to enlarge

But, sadly, left outside to weather finally away


Left, a Judgment






























































All surrounded by huge fields of...






Black currants (so we were told)