I admit, I do struggle with the technology. I thought I'd put these pictures in with yesterdays post.
I did. I'm sure of it. Where did they go?
Well, I tried again and here they are but I'll do this quickly, in case they disappear again!
I haven't moved them, so they should all be 'clickable'. Don't understand how this works at all.
The top picture was taken in a particularly dark part of the forest. I loved the contrast with the colourful leaves.
Next, the wheat field taken on the way up to the forest. You can just see the combine harvester, left in the field when they stopped working at 10.30 the previous evening.Then, over the top of the hill looking down into the lovely Mary Knoll valley.
The last picture shows the church at Hope Bagot. What a wonderful name! Imagine being able to say ' Oh yes, I live in Hope Bagot'. what fun.
The little church is very plain, with roses growing by the porch and a lovely Norman arch inside. The churchyard really did have the Magic, an enormous ancient Yew Tree (reckoned to be about 1500 - 2000 years old) which has been a sacred site since long before the church was built and lower down, underneath the roots, a Holy well. Not a sound to be heard except the tumbling water and Rowan hunting in the grass, well nothings perfect!
I'm sorry that this is so disjointed, I hope it makes sense.