A reminder to those of you asking where all the close-ups of Welsh strict Methodist chapels from this trip are; sign up to be a Patronised reader to get that content. The Welsh week wasn’t entirely without fraught moment, the Little Penybont Arms in Pencoed deciding to be unexpectedly shut. After reading through the Facebook… Continue reading PERSISTENCE PAYS OFF IN PENCOED

“Those were the days, my friend”. Pubbing Pontardawe.

The great mid-July conquering of Glamorgan continued with a trip to Pontardawe, which I have on occasion confused with Pontardulais, with disastrous results. I know you only read this rubbish to equip yourselves to visit obscure Swansea Valley towns, so you should know that Pontardawe is famed as the birthplace of this McCartney pro·tégé. Mary… Continue reading “Those were the days, my friend”. Pubbing Pontardawe.