Hay-on-Wye

Hay is where I took the picture on my last post. We were there in October 2010. The bench is near the old castle mound and by a footpath that follows the River Wye. We discovered this by accident as we wandered around.

This was how we found it - a plaque on the wall that divided it from the road.

This is a photo of the motte taken from the road. (Sorry about the truck that got in the way.)

We took the steps that followed the fence dividing them from the motte. You may be able to
 make out the bench pictured in my last post. It's behind the tree to the left.

The walk along the high level of the river bank is shaded but affords lovely river views between the trees.

We ended up under this bridge that brings traffic into the town of Hay-on-Wye
 from the other side of the river. 

Wordless Wednesday: Riverside Garden

Wordless Wednesday: River Wye and Footbridges

Another Willow

If you happened to be reading my blog last July, you might remember how I love willow trees.  I took this picture of a gorgeous specimen from the opposite bank of the River Wye in Hereford.  Next to it was a rather scruffy island being used by the water fowl.  I thought it made a really pretty picture trailing its leafy branches in the water.

River Wye and Hereford

On our Herefordshire holiday, we spent a day in the county town.  We intended to visit Hereford Cathedral, plus the Mappa Mundi and the chained library there.  First we took advantage of the good weather and walked over the ancient bridge to take the footpath on the other side of the River Wye.  We found people very friendly.  One woman talked to us on the bridge and told us the river was running really high, and that usually you can see wide concrete platforms that support the span pillars.

 I've already shown you a picture of the giant statue guarding our car, and of course it was only  a matter of time before I gave you a classic view of the cathedral from the other side of the river.

It was only a short walk along the river bank to an attractive footbridge to get back to the town centre.

On the other side of that bridge, we found a grand memorial pillar guarded by canons.

I wasn't a complete stranger to the town as I'd spent a few weeks close by on a training course in my youth, but all I could remember was the riverside walks and the cathedral.  Although it has inevitable changed, it was good to go back and retrieve some happy memories.