We made a big decision about how to spend the day. If we were inveterate walkers, dedicated to not missing one inch of Offa's Dyke Path, henceforth ODP, we would have walked the three miles back to the path because there would have been no other way to get there, and then headed north on a hellish section to reach a place whose name escapes me at the moment, but it is the place where the lovely hotel I wanted to stay does not admit guests on Sundays. Would you believe? We could have walked to that unnamed place and then tried to get a taxi to Welshpool, where we had to stay because we could not stay at the no guests on Sunday place, but good luck with that because getting taxis, especially in the middle of nowhere is really problematic, so we decided to take a circular walk around Clun and get a taxi—which we actually could arrange—to Welshpool later in the day. Got all that?
AND while we were having a little something at the Post Card Cafe down by the river, Alex got wind of a garden tour today from 1:00-5:00...the kind of garden tour where a number of people, in this case 15, open their gardens to the public. We were so pumped for this!
In the morning, I took a walk for a few hours while Alex and Alex rested up. The walk was absolutely lovely. It was just hilly enough not to to be boring and went through fields that were mown and fields that were not mown, wooded areas, tracks...some of everything, One of the highlights was Burry Ditches. It is mentioned as a walk destination in so many places I cannot tell you. What is it? Apparently the remains of an old hill fort and now I cannot even find the photo I took of it. It is not much more than a little mound with a plaque on it to tell you that this is Burry Ditches. Of course, hte views were terrific.
Speaking of ruins and sights and sites, what would Clun be without a castle?
What the heck is this about?
Danger abounds in these parts:
It's always something.
On the way back from my morning stroll, I saw a sign for one of the gardens:
How charming is that!
This garden was not on the tour, but, gosh it is a beauty!
While we were waiting to buy out tickets, we saw this biker dude in full leathers with his Ducati:
And we peeked under the bridge:
We did not let this little gremlin spoil the day!
We did not let this little gremlin spoil the day!
I now turn you over to alexandalexacrossamerica.wordpress.com where you can hear about the delights of our horticultural experience.
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