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!
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I love that word - it conveys miserable weather so much better than just cold.
Didn't know about Brunel's tubular bridge - genius thinking.
Dreich! I constantly learn things from your blog.
Chepstow - 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.
That bridge looks like lacework!
I like the look of that bridge, it suits its surroundings, hope the coffee was good.
"Dreich" is new to me, too. That river looks murky!
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