Then it was off to Llandrindod Wells, Wales (they really need to work on some of these names) for Powys Records Office!
|A new facility since my last visit.|
|Unrolling the Quarter Session Rolls. What joy!|
|June 1789. If only they had named the tailor!!|
The Google lady led me right to the middle of the little village of Cilmeri. It is farmland now, but in those days, it was wooded. And mystery still surrounds the death. Was he out on a lark without sufficient guard? Was he lured into a trap? Was he on a diplomatic mission in an attempt to end the war his brother, Dafydd, had inadvisedly started?
The monument is in the style of an ancient monolith.
And, of course, there are daffodils for our Last Prince.
Then, the visit took a disturbing turn to the macabre.
Seeing a sign to a well and a gurgling brook, I headed off the hill to this:
Would I lift the lid? Oh, yeah!
|The stylized grill apparently protects it from use as a laver for any other severed heads or even facsimiles thereof.|