Wye oh Wye oh Wye

It was a nice day on Saturday so we went for a walk. There's only so much interest that can be generated by walking around central Newport, so we decided to go and have a look at the Wye Valley, which is barely half an hour's drive away.

So - we parked up in the car park at Tintern Abbey, which unfortunately has some unsightly scaffolding attached to it at the moment, and walked up over the old wireworks railway bridge and along the riverbank to Brockweir, where we adjourned to the very pleasant Brockweir Inn for a drink and to watch the Grand National. Then we walked back down the old railway line to Tintern station, which has been tastefully restored into a sort of cafe and picnic area with some interesting sculptures, and then back to the car park, stopping off on the way to buy some cuddly toys in the shop at Tintern Mill, as you do. Pictures can be found here. That's me laying hands on Sabrina the river goddess in a familiar way on the left there.

This part of the country is the start point for a couple of long-distance walks: the Offa's Dyke Path which heads up past my parents' place near Abergavenny, and the Wye Valley Walk which follows, as you might expect, the course of the Wye all the way back to its source on the boggy slopes of Plynlimon, subject of an earlier post and photos.