One of the pleasures of walking inland is that one sees the old farms, uncontaminated by modern farming techniques. The first was heralded by a good example of an old cast iron gate:-
I was surprised to find a peacock in the farmyard, as well as an elderly Hebridean sheep:-
The next door farm had fine corrugated iron barns:-
And the one beyond:-
| Charles | Saumarez | Smith | 
I’m unreasonably enthusiastic about Corrugated Iron, i love it in the West Indies with peeling paint and even more in rainy English non conformist chapels, but as all the old farm buildings rust away to be replaced with rational steel and straw, i wonder if someone will find a reason to keep making it?
There’s still a lot of it in North Wales. Very picturesque. Charles