The rectory fields, bullock and indeed the vicar are long since gone now.....only the daughter remains in the village to this day, living in a house a stone's throw from the church in which her father preached.
I rather like that continuity .....
|A storm lashed Poultry village|
I am glad , when this happens, I , for one will be lying in the field, the field in which I have spent
So much time and energy.
The Ukrainian village is deserted this morning ,; another storm from west has sent the hens scurrying for cover amid the houses and forced the sheep to hide against the hawthorn hedges.
In 70 years time....perhaps when the new owner of Bwthyn -y-llan googles " the Church Glebe"
This odd little photo of an odd little village will pop up out of the internet mist.