Glen Prosen

While staying in that lovely little cottage, we spent one day driving around Glen Prosen. There is nothing I can say about that day that the pictures don’t say a hundred times better. Our first stop was the tiny village church. Some people think it’s ghoulish. but I like old graveyards. I like the old grave stones and the history that can be found there. 

Sometimes there are three or four generations buried in the same plot. In the eighteenth and nineteenth century it was not unusual for women to die in childbirth and the legacy of this is the number of young women found buried with infants. Sometimes, a man is buried in the same plot as his first wife, his second wife and even his third wife, testament to the fragility of the lives of women back then.
After the church, we headed for the hills. I think this is the best time of year to see the hills, I like the autumn colours better than the bright greens of summer, the autumn hues are more subtle. 

It looks good in winter too, the whole area is covered in snow for much of the winter and that can be quite spectacular but for me, it’s the autumn colours that stand out.
We stopped by the river and ate a picnic, it wasn’t very warm but it wasn’t exactly cold either. At this time of year the temperature drops after about 3 in the afternoon and the sun sets between 5 and 6. 

We ate and then walked a little way along the river bank. Most rivers around here are that golden colour. I think the water is stained by tannins as the river flows through woodland and the riverbed is covered in leaves and woodland debris.
It was a great day………….I’m very lucky to live here