Snapt, myself and Tbolt continued to trundle around the country roads of Wales.
We had quickly realised Wales was a lot like the Lake District but without the traffic and the Japanese tourists. Wales was good but the weather was shite - just like the Lake District.
We imagined that back in deepest Pembrokeshire a strange man was playing with his dogs and fingering overly large cups of tea whilst sniffing bottles of festering milk.
We had had a lucky escape and whilst the weather was truly awful we stumbled into a little gem of an abandoned Wesleyan Methodist chapel.
Built in 1833 and then rebuilt in 1868 the chapel closed in 1973.
No externals, the place is enveloped with overgrowth and it at risk of collapse at some point in the near future.
We had quickly realised Wales was a lot like the Lake District but without the traffic and the Japanese tourists. Wales was good but the weather was shite - just like the Lake District.
We imagined that back in deepest Pembrokeshire a strange man was playing with his dogs and fingering overly large cups of tea whilst sniffing bottles of festering milk.
We had had a lucky escape and whilst the weather was truly awful we stumbled into a little gem of an abandoned Wesleyan Methodist chapel.
Built in 1833 and then rebuilt in 1868 the chapel closed in 1973.
No externals, the place is enveloped with overgrowth and it at risk of collapse at some point in the near future.
A gem of a little chapel, we rather liked this one a lot.
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