Today I was one of the walk leaders for the WWII community walk in Attingham Park. It has always rained when I have walked this route for the Attingham Park community walks. Today was no exception.
As we set off on the WWII part of the walk we were treated a spectacular grouping of deer near to the pathway. Despite us intruding on their peace and quiet the deer were quite calm until they were spooked by three more deer running to join them. Some of the deer got to their feet and the stag walked to the centre of his ladies and calmed them down.
There is part of this route where I have always got confused as to which path to take. One of the other walk leaders helped me to know which path to take when the pathway diverges and explained where the other pathway leads to.
I was under no time pressure to get home after the walk so I had lunch in the café. I couldn’t resist the National Trust ’scone of the month’; lemon and white chocolate accompanied by lemon curd and clotted cream.
Tags: #walk1000miles, #walk1000miles 2026, Attingham Park, National Trust, Volunteering, Walk Leader, WWII Walk
Mr C had a good idea… We would upgrade to Fibre Optic broadband.
The process should have been completed on 9th March but do to miscommunication between the various services this did not happen. It also led to our internet connection being cut on 16th March. Despite all the internal and external works being completed on 24th March we still had no internet access.
We weren’t able to follow the lack of service up with the provider until today due to a day trip to London Yesterday (more on that soon).
Today our service provider diagnosed the problem and a simple tweak to the router fixed the problem. Later in the day after a further phone call to our service provider our phone line was also reinstated.
For now everything seems to be working perfectly…
Now I need to catch up on posting about my recent adventures and finish my posts about St Fagans.
Tags: Battersea Power Station, BT, Fibre Optic Broadband, Internet, London, Open Reach, Saga, Zen
A mother’s love is more beautiful than any fresh flower
Debasish Mridha
Tags: Cherie's Place Thought, St Fagans, Vacation
Maestir School
This is a one-roomed rural school built in 1880. By this time, every child between five and twelve years old could expec an education.
In 1900, the Headmistress, Miss Rachel Ann Thomas, taught thirty six pupils aged between five and fourteen. The lessons were in English, although the children’s fist language was Welsh. The emphasisi was on the ‘three R’s’ – reding, writing and arithmetic.
The school used to close on harvest days, as the children had to help on the farms.
The brightest senior girl would help the Headmistress as pupil-teacher. Her high desk faced the rows of pupils.*
*from a signboard next to the school
Tags: St Fagans, Vacation, Wales
Derwen Bakehouse
Evan Jenkins built this small commercial bakehouse in the garden of Derwen House. Thespian Street, Aberystwyth. His daughters, Catherine and Mary, ran the business. They worked from 6am to 10pm.
Home ovens were too small to bake enough bread for large families. People prepared their dough in tins and took it to be baked in commercial ovens. Successful bakehouses expanded their operations, delivering their own bread to wide areas.
The oven takes 3-5 hours to heat up from cold, and will take about 220 loaves of bread.*
*from a signboard next to the bakehouse
Tags: St Fagans, Vacation, Wales
Oakdale Workmen’s Institute
Workmen’s institutes, or ‘Stutes’ as they were fondly known, were once common sights in Welsh industrial towns and villages. Groups of coal miners and other workers built them to provide educations and leisure facilities for them and their families.
This one contains a library, reading room and a concert hall upstairs. The institute played an important role iin the welfare of workers during the 1926 General Strike and the 1930s Depression.*
*from a signboard next to the building
Don’t wait for someone to bring you flowers. Plant your own garden and decorate your own soul.
Luther Burbank
Tags: Cherie's Place Thought
