There's a stream that goes under my local cycle track - but you wouldn't know it's there. However, you can just about hear it on quite nights and it has a marked temperature drop. That used to freak me out until I found the stream.
Obviously you had a better view of the place than I, Marksourbutts, but the bottom window looks like it has a shutter up, a la the windows in the French village that Little_grey_lady visited as a child. At least, it looks similar French shutters I've seen.
I know what you mean. A lot of those remote villages look pretty bleak in anything but perfect weather, and Llangynog really does feel like the middle of nowhere. That said, I once spent a pleasant few days' holiday in a caravan just down the road, and it's actually quite a nice area to explore.
Yes, would love to go back! There’s a real bleak beauty to that area... and enough to get Forteana senses tingling.
I know account retired and poster is now amongst the wraiths of the forum, but I saw this and my first thought was "Exmouth". That random 'o" is a very 18thc thing to do. So I looked up Exmouth and there's a place nearby called "Dunsford".
Just wondered if you know or have been to a place called Jordans near Chalfont st.Giles? My granddaughter goes to nursery there. William Penn is buried there. There is also a Friends meeting house there.
It seems that the whole village was set up by the Quakers and many of the properties are owned and managed by a non-profit society.
I've only been once about three years ago, when the Friends meeting house was used for an Open Day by the local branch of the British Dowsing Society. I don't think the C of E would have been so accommodating - the wife of the vicar in Amersham refused to let Yoga Classes to be held in the Church hall some years back because it was non-Christian. The Chesham vicar in 1974 prayed for the souls of the audience watching The Exorcist in the Embassy cinema. Anyway, dowsing with rods was brilliant, found the Mains pipes with no trouble and at the end of the session we were instructed to find (dowse) the resting place for William Penn in the graveyard. I couldn't do it but some did - or rather what they found was his grave stone, I believe no-one knows where his body is actually buried. Probably somewhere in Pennsylvania.
He can't remember either.
Somewhat off-topic, although it does - tangentially - implicate another elder statesman of the British music scene. I just found out what balloon is in Vietnamese: (quả) bong bóng. The -ng at the end is pronounced more like -m, and the accent on the ó in the second bong indicates a rising tone. So, hum the Frog Chorus to yourself. You know: bom bom-bom bayeeyah. The second and third syllables give you both pronunciation and tone.
Looking back from the “dead end”, or - as locals call it - Muirbeck Road, Newbie:
I was working at the nearby Johnson Matthey plant at the time. There was no obvious reason for the unsettling feeling but I couldn't wait to get away
No time, I'm off down Threshers to do the weekly shop!
You don't need to have amenities to be a village. This is a mistake made by people who think a 'village' is 10,000 people, two shops, a school and doctor's surgery.
Well you could break in and get wine and wafers.
Wine from a church? There'd be something missing. Even the mice won't touch that.
do it! do it! make a field trip of it and live stream
From https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Newbie,_Dumfries_and_Galloway
Well, this place has everything a British b-movie setting needs for a story about the effects of an accident or illicit testing on an unsuspecting, small population.
Bit like the short film from Stephen Kings' 'nightmares and dreamscapes' series 'Crouch End'
*coughcoughQuatermass2cough*
We went to Chagford yesterday and it was particularly still and silent. This is mostly due to lockdown, else it would have been crawling with grackles, but it was enough to unnerve the In House GP...
Do you mean 'grockles', Bugmum? As far as I am aware, grackles are a complicated noseband to stop a horse evading the bit... Of course, your villages could be a little different to ours...