|A milepost on the edge of St. Fagans reconstructed village|
At the beginning of May my sister, my mother and I spent an afternoon at St. Fagans. We were lucky with the weather and when Mum got tired we sat on the benches and listened to the black-caps, wrens and robins.
|The inside of a thatched roof|
|Coal burning in an ironworker's cottage|
|The man who did the spinning and weaving told us all about his work|
|St. Teilo's from the outside|
|Ruins of the ironworks|
I saw this place for the sake of a walk with Faith, Mel, Mum, Elen, Bethan and Chris up the country lanes.