Old Stable at Pontir

A picture of a field that has been built on with the ever increase of urban scrawl. Row on row of house of brick

No longer the sound of the bar bah of sheep and neighing of donkey or of horse. Or even daisy picking in fresh grass. The trains still pass by and the Avon Lwyd river still flows. But the past ever green field of grass now will never grow through tarmac and concrete.

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