Today's posts

Today’s poem is about the little chapel on the bank of the River Wye at Lancaut.  For photographs of the place google ‘St James’s Church Lancaut’.   The village has long gone and the little church is in ruins though a service is still held there every year in the summer.

The walk to Lancaut is beautiful. Today’s letter from my terrace is about paths and walking.  Every path we take is a new decision.