Thought I’d start with a daffodil flowering in the garden as next week it’s St David’s Day. With the forecast being freezing cold, windy and maybe snow maybe the flowers won’t be standing so upright on March1st! However, today although it was windy, blowing from the East and the temperatures at 0 it was beautifully sunny and dry. Of course it was…it’s our Walking group day and with Philip in charge he’d worked his magic yet again to make the day perfect for a march around Caio forestry. I say march as he set off at a good pace to keep everyone warm!
In the gaps where the sun shone through the trees there was even some warmth in the sun but in the shadows there was ice and frosty paths- all beautiful.
The trees were still bare and no sign yet of buds breaking but moss covering the ground and up over the tree trunks showed how wet everywhere had been.
Signs of autumn cones still lay around on the broken branches that lay across the verges. Storms though the winter had whistled through the forest snapping many branches off but today all quiet and special.
A short drive after the walk to the Brunant Arms in Caio gave us our much needed hot refreshments of coffee and crisps.
Caio is a village of charm and history, with a church and an old school building that is being modernised. Modern and ancient sit well together when they are planned carefully.
Funny how one always plays Pooh sticks when you are with a friend and crossing a bridge!
Little ‘barnacles’ on the bridge and navelwort growing up in the cracks and crevices! Amazing!
Taking my friend home after the walk I met her three Exmoor ponies. Iris showed her best side to have a pic taken! My friend knows EVERYTHING one needs to know about this wonderful horse breed which is native to Britain. The Exmoor has been given “endangered” status. It has the perfect coat for keeping warm in these cold conditions.
Earlier in the week making the most of the dry and sunny weather Jim and I went for a walk around Cilycwn- a village not far away.In the centre of the village is the lovely early 14th century church St Michael’s.
Inside the church there’s a beautiful barrel- vaulted roof and huge stone arcades.
One of the pillars has been cut away to form a font.
We followed a circular trail around the village with splendid views over the countryside.
We passed a pound where in the past they would have kept lost animals. I nearly lost Jim inside!
Further up the track we passed Soar chapel, where William Williams Pantycelyn, who wrote ‘Guide Me O Thou Great Redeemer’, was a member. The chapel was built in 1786.
The track led over an old bailey bridge where Pooh sticks were played once more! I won!
The path led us over some very wet and boggy fields and at the end the path became too overgrown to continue.
Leaving the fields we found the road that led back into the village passing the now closed and empty school building and the empty and closed Post office. The pub is open but sadly only on certain days so no end of walk drinks this time!
Running at the side of the road, at the edge of the pavements, were gulleys. In previous times food had been put in them for the livestock to eat that were being driven to London by the drovers. So much history in a street that can be missed when driving through in a car!
Back home the garden is really showing signs of things to come.
Even our very own…fungus looking like seaweed! We have lots!
Lots of hellebores too. Hooray for the sunshine and spring coming….that is after the forecasted coldest week ahead this winter. They may have got it wrong…hope so!
Happy St David’s Day!