Secret Footpath

The above stile is in the middle of a wood. 

Forward it is blocked for 50 yds, behind is the picture below.

(not Penyffordd)

To the good doctor (retired) for New Years Eve. These days being a member of Penyffordd Wine Circle has it's plus points. The plan is to leave car at his house and walk home at 2 in the morning, pick up car next day, it's a 40 minute walk. It appears we are among the great and the good, a charity organiser, a professor of biology his wife a Phd, a software designer, a head of trading standards and a few further down the social ladder like ourselves. Smoked salmon nibbles on arrival with meat and fish buffet to follow. After a few glasses of social lubricant everyone is at ease ( well I am anyway).

I am under orders, no embarrassments and no shouting ( I call it social exhuberance).  

Talk gets around to the Hartsheath estate that is on the boundaries of Penyffordd. The great man who lived there a true British eccentric past away a few years ago, himself a professor of Oxford and Cambridge. It is possible to visit Hartsheath it's behind the Bridge Inn (he owned that as well)  at Pontblyddyn near the cricket club during the summer. It's best to ring to see about opening times.

Finally the good doctor has a little surprise he has made a supply of damson gin. This is something special if a little sharp on the tubes. Then I spy an opportunity for a lift home and we are deposited next to the Legion where a local who fancies Lisa can't believe his luck, it is after all New Years Day. 

A pleasant night with very good company. I need to get out more.

This morning I find half those assembled had colds ( new year kisses), then there's this poor chap who has died of swine flue.

No one is saying why this chap gets swine flue and where he got it.............................

And hangovers? no not me....

Link Hartsheath