A circular walk that was to take us around the Wye valley visiting three points of interest, churches that varied in construction and history. We followed the walk from Herefordshire Life January 2009 edition.
We met Dayakaran at Kings Caple and studied the 1681 wall inscription that encouraged local parishioners to plant walnut trees in the 1980’s.
Guided by my husband Geoff we three headed to Sellack across the Wye meadows and the bridge that replaced the ferry in 1895. St. Tysillios was reputed to be the last remaining church in England dedicated to a Celtic saint. I love the story of soldiers in the civil war vowing to cause destruction in the church to be met by such a hospitable priest they could not bring themselves to destroy the cross or windows. One of the soldiers shot one bullet through a small corner of the South window to keep to his promise; this plain piece of glass can still be seen to this day.
We left the cool sanctuary of the church for the river side, watching many visitors enjoying the refreshing waters, swimming and canoeing on this hot summer day. We spotted a family of swans and heron hunting. We paced the energy of a tree. Dowsing to see its energy increase from a couple of metres to many times this size after we hugged the tree, interesting experiment if not slightly amusing to my husband.
We walked up steep roads and across fields, admiring the views to Capler Hill where at one point we could view all three churches at one time. The fields were arable and dry and the hedgerows provided a rich habitat for insects and birds. Many of the fields had sheep or cattle and we came across one dwelling with riding stables.
We stopped briefly for cold refreshments at New Harp Inn and climbed the steep ascent to St. Catherines Church, with fine views from the terrace it made interesting viewing with its ornate Romanesque and Byzantine style.
We walked by the Wye, we were greeted by an incredible sight of tens of graceful swans to our left, the sight of which left quite an impression visually.
On our left we witnessed the controversial poly tunnels that mark this area on the landscape, there is a call to introduce new planning guidelines from the local people, an interesting balance of beauty and local income to be attained and met.
Back to St. Johns the Baptist where we soaked in the inscriptions on various inside carvings, placing the family tree and history together like a giant puzzle. I enjoyed dowsing the energies of the church and opening up the many lines of energy that criss crossed the church.
We ended the day in quiet contemplation sat in the yard, watching honey bees at work, listening and communing with nature and Amma from this quiet inner space.