We had heard that if you walk through this magnificent avenue of trees in Hay Cemetery you can pick up a lovely walk.
But first there are a couple of eerie and sad encounters amongst the graves …
This remarkable memorial to a an RAF airman called Lancelot Steel Dixon has a plaque on it that merited further research. I found the following explanation on the web site of one Roger Bragger who has an interest in medals and military tales:
That has to be one of the saddest stories I’ve come across in everyday life. Clifford is a village near Hay, just a few minutes drive in fact. The beautiful countryside setting makes the tragedy even more poignant.
The Login Brook path is a little tricky to find. Hidden in a dip behind a hedge in the southern corner of the cemetery are these timeworn gates.
Walk through them and turn left and you will find yourself on a delightful inclining path alongside the brook, which I suspect has its source in the larger Dulas Brook.
The water runs down through several cascades that suggest human support and maintenance for what is otherwise a natural course.
We carried on until a fork in the path took us across the fields above Hay, eventually emerging halfway up Cusop Dingle. But for some reason I had stopped taking photographs (I was so at one with nature) …
We did meet an elderly woman called Sally with two cats named Herring and Pie. Herring was very friendly whereas Pie gazed down at us from a high window, disdainfully. At this point you cross the Dulas Brook and pick up a winding road that leads down into Hay.
It’s just a short walk home for us from Cusop Dingle. Afternoon tea well earned …
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