‘…when I was a child we would often walk to Gladestry across Hergest Ridge in the summer. We would have midday lunch in the bracken up on the hill and come down to have a memorable tea in the Royal Oak at Gladestry. I particularly remember the taste of home-baked bread and whimberry tarts made by the landlady. In the evening we would walk back to Kington over the Cefn as the sun set beyond Cefn Hir and the hills all about us went dark and alien.’
Ffransis Payne, Crwydro Sir Faesyfed (translated by Dafydd y Garth for Transactions of the Radnorshire, 2008/2009)
