It is impossible to walk through any ancient place and not wonder about its story. In somewhere like St Davids Cathedral there are many stories, from those of the craftsmen
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Going west – the painted churchGoing west – the painted church
It is difficult for our modern eyes to imagine the colour that would once have been present within our oldest churches. The carved and decorated facades, often covered with statuary,
Going west – a wounded churchGoing west – a wounded church
It has been a week or more since the last post about our recent workshop in Wales… illness got in the way of finishing the series, but it would be
Going west – An uneasy peaceGoing west – An uneasy peace
Where do you begin when you have to write about a cathedral? Each chapel, every corner, every nook and cranny is replete with art and history. The sensory input is
Going west – the accidental touristGoing west – the accidental tourist
Frankly, I thought it appallingly bad planning. Could the town not have chosen a different day to ceremonially install their new mayor? It isn’t as if we hadn’t advertised our
Going west – where ancient sites collideGoing west – where ancient sites collide
Wreathed in mist and roses, the Mother greets those who visit the sacred spring of St Non. The little shrine to the Virgin was erected in 1951 when the Passionist
Going west – The chapel in the mistsGoing west – The chapel in the mists
The chapel of Our Lady and St Non perches no more than a few yards above the steep cliffs and clear waters of the bay. Rising beyond a bank dotted
Going west – a ‘misty, moisty morning’Going west – a ‘misty, moisty morning’
We had enjoyed two glorious days of sunshine in Pembrokeshire. Drawing back the curtains of a room that had boasted a clear view of the sea the night before, it
Going west – wild thingsGoing west – wild things
As we walked towards Carn Llidi, we were surprised to see a little herd of Welsh ponies grazing on the hillside. These hardy and resilient ponies still live a semi-feral
Going west – A field of peaceGoing west – A field of peace
We gathered by Whitesands beach, just outside St David’s in Pembrokeshire… a small group of people from all walks of life, putting aside the cares and pressures of the daily
Morning mistsMorning mists
Six a.m. on a Sunday morning; woken by the rain on the window, I have been awake for over an hour. The hotel is a field away from the sea