We were driving along a minor road in the centre of Anglesey when we saw a sign to a church. It led into a road through the remains of parkland with a seventeenth-century dovecote in a field with a bull:-

The church itself, most of it twelfth century, was at the top of a deeply wooded track in a small, well-kept cemetery full of Victorian tombs. The church itself, St. Eugrad, was locked, but there was something deeply attractive about the sense of a tiny church in a lost landscape, surrounded by woods:-