It’s always exciting to enter a new principality country, and the A49 (and a scary Roman road near Craven Arms) weaves its way via lovely South Shropshire to the Welsh border. Mrs RM decided to have a sleep in Knighton car park, allowing me to reacquaint myself with Offa’s Dyke and a town of 3,172… Continue reading OFFA’S DYKE
My last Mid Wales pub on the trip, and almost certainly my last in GBG19. And what a cracker the Greyhound was, tucked away in Radnorshire to the west of the thriving metropolis of, er, Knighton. But look, it’s got a railway station, under a slightly different name to fool BRAPA. I’ve kindly worked out… Continue reading THIS ONE LOOKS FAMILIAR !