Day twenty-three: Hay-on-Wye to Gladestry

More beautiful sultry, black hills today. Breathtaking views. More skylarks making us sleepy. Endless fields to walk through, stiles to climb over, gates to open and close, nettles to sting our legs, wheat to get stuck in our socks.





The best thing though was St Mary's church.

Apparently Charles 2nd (I won't attempt to guess what year he reigned) once took refuge here and was provided well needed refreshments.

St mary's continues on with this tradition by offering drinks and snacks to travelers and advertises this in a rather humble way.


Inside we excitedly helped ourselves to hot chocolate and Jammy Dodgers. We put a small donation in the church box and wrote a big thank you in the visitors book. What a brilliant idea. More churches should consider this worthy charity.


I also sat in the church for a few quiet minutes, to take in the history, silence and sacredness of the building and almost, well.....felt quite spiritual. It was fleeting however. But I really have developed a love of churches.

"Friend where for art thou come?"


Ten miles later my feet we were feeling the strain and we decided to cut the day short in a tiny village called Gladestry, because it had a pub with accommodation available.

We watched some Wimbledon and I think this was when Andy Murray lost , once again putting England out of winning anything.

But I had a brilliant veggie chillie over a jacket potato.

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