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Tuesday, 6 March 2012
Back in the 60's and 70's, my people owned a couple of cottages on top of the first Welsh hill to the West of Oswestry, in a location known as The Old Racecourse (somewhere between Llangollen and Welshpool on the map above). We would always go up for Christmas, occasionally pass a quiet weekend, but otherwise they stood empty. Not very PC.
The area was hilly; only really suited to sheep farming and timber growing. From our point of view this also meant that we hardly ever saw anyone else, and the silence was wonderful.
The cottages sat on the route of Offa's Dyke; a 150 mile earthwork separating Wales from Mercia. In fact I wouldn't be surprised if it didn't run right through our gardens.
Offa was King of Mercia (England) from 757 to 796. His Dyke was constructed to keep the Welsh out of Mercia; Welshmen caught to the East of the line had their ears cut off, Englishmen found to the West were hanged.
The Dyke runs from Prestatyn in the North, to Chepstow in the South, and is now a National Footpath. If you are thinking of taking a walking holiday in the UK, why not follow Offa's Dyke from North to South. It would probably take you about 2 weeks in all, but what a wonderful two weeks that would be. Old pubs, good food, and plenty of fresh air; what more could you want (as long as it didn't rain).
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I was born just south of London, but for the past 45 years I've lived in S W France. I am a painter by profession, and writer by desire. Lady Magnon and I live in an ancient cottage, in a tiny village, in perfectly tranquil countryside. We have a vegetable garden called 'Haddock's' (this may crop up from time to time), a Border Collie/Black Lab' cross called Bok, a cat called Freddie, plenty of fruit trees, and a view that takes the breath away. I try to treat our planet with respect, and encourage others to do likewise (without preaching).
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