Looking towards England on the other bank of the Wye.
And walking along the waterfront.
We met Pirate's eldest daughter for coffee and a little walk around the town....not too long as it was dreich and not condusive to much activity.
I did see Ned Hayward, the local potter, unloading a vanload of clay and said hello...good to know that he is still going!
I love that word - it conveys miserable weather so much better than just cold.
ReplyDeleteDidn't know about Brunel's tubular bridge - genius thinking.
ReplyDeleteDreich! I constantly learn things from your blog.
ReplyDeleteChepstow - I can never tell if I like it or not - which I think means 'not' to be honest. I sense something similar in many border towns; they are neither one thing nor another. The lower wye valley is certainly my least favourite part of Wales - so much of the architecture could be from the New Forest. I much prefer the valleys to the west and the beacons.
ReplyDeleteThat bridge looks like lacework!
ReplyDeleteI like the look of that bridge, it suits its surroundings, hope the coffee was good.
ReplyDelete"Dreich" is new to me, too. That river looks murky!
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