We had lunch in Caernarvon, which always looks as if it might be coming up in the world, with a funfair in the town square and bunting in the streets:-
We went on our annual visit to Crûg Farm, the nursery run by Sue and Bleddyn Wynn-Jones between Caernarvon and Bangor. Each year they hunt out rare species from all over the world, from Guatemala to Nepal. They then return to their villa overlooking the Snowdonian hills, which is surrounded by dense planting of exotica and outhouses where the work of propagation takes place:-
We went in search of Llaniestyn Church, a tiny little grey church in nearly open countryside west of Llanddona. We were half helped in finding it by a mysterious nearby signpost wrapped in a woolly blanket:-
Inside the church, I admired the early font:-
The elderly collecting box:-
And the carved description of annual bequests:-
But I managed to miss the carved relief of St. Iestyn, which I now discover is the main point of going there.