I’m there first thing and I feel anxious - there’s an overwhelming sense of inertia. I walk out into the churchyard to gather my thoughts and catch a dash of red text on a gravestone silhouetted against the rising tide at Y Foryd.
During my visit, I enter the church via the porch which has an angel topped gate that houses a lock and latch that is a shrine in itself - a secular shrine to its maker.
It's whilst seeking out a good Danish that I'm at my most vulnerable - have been nearly run over a couple of times whilst transfixed by a shop window full of pastries.
Llandaff is to Cardiff as Vatican City is to Rome - although on a much smaller scale.
I love George Pace - for me, he was the only architect that confronted Gothic head on in the C20th - turning his designs into a new evolved form of Gothic that was representative of his age.
I decide to chance it. There’s an inch of snow. I take the tripod off the side shelf of the van and fix my camera to it. I open the side door and lose my footing as I step out of the van.
MEMBERS ONLY This really is a magical place - more realm, than place. Because of its location - at the head of a glacial valley, surrounded by hills full of pine and conifer. Check out the yew trees on the boundary (which is Bronze Age) - they are over 2000...
A bit of respite at Pennant Melangell in the Tanat Valley in Wales
This really is a magical place - more realm, than place. Because of its location - at the head of a glacial valley, surrounded by hills full of pine and conifer ...