Former village tap.
St Briavels. Moat and castle behind.
Village well. Still in water. Lots of Hart's Fern inside. Unfortunately the picture I took looking in was way out of focus. That grid is about five feet tall. Not sure what the tuft of wheat(?) hanging from it signifies. Also St Briavels.
Remnants of a chicken coop.
St Briavels common.
Semi derelict milking shed for cattle.
About 15 yards from the chicken coop. I doubt if either will be there for much longer because there was a JCB hard at work at the other end of the field they were in and much newly-delivered building materials stacked around.
Intriguing one, this. You often see old rail turned into fence posts and sometimes it is of quite lightweight nature, probably of narrow-gauge origins, but this bulb-head rail is is so dainty it's difficult to imagine what it was originally used for,
The entrance to someone's property on the lane down to Brockweir.
Finally, a warning and a plea.
Countless times yesterday we found footpaths so badly overgrown through lack of use that they we had to fight our way through and a few times things got so bad changes of route were forced upon us. On the return leg (our intended route was St Briavels/Brockweir/along the Wye to opposite Llandogo then angle up through the woods back to St Briavels) nature had reclaimed the path completely - and I don't mean the path had become so overgrown it was impassable: I mean that nature had completely reclaimed the path to the extent that it was impossible to tell a footpath had ever existed. Four or five times in little more than a mile we found ourselves struggling to fight our way through, looking for paths that had ceased to exist, and we came dangerously close to running out of daylight.
So, everybody, use the country's footpaths while they still exist and by using them help them remain in existence. Take a pair of secateurs as well as your camera with you, plan plenty of alternative routes in advance and allow far, far more time than you think/hope your walk will actually need.