Today, Elizabeth had to go to work yet again, so I took the opportunity to go to the village where my mother was born and where she spent her first few years.
This is the view over the River Lugg from the bridge at Mordiford. Soon after this point the Lugg joins the River Wye on its way to the Severn on the Anglo-Welsh border near Chepstow. This view was one of Sir Edward Elgar's favourites when on one of his many cycling tours from Hereford and he would fish from the bridge.
Here's an excerpt from "Edward Elgar: A Creative Life" by Jerrold Northrop Moore -
And here's the bridge itself -
To say that Mordiford is a one horse place is perhaps a bit of an overstatement. There's a primary school, a church and a pub, but the Post Office has recently gone -
There is a mill which is being restored and they have open days to encourage interest - it's behind the tree!
My mother was born in this house, variously known as "The Rock" or "Rock House" -
Before they all had running water in the houses, the locals used to fetch their water from "The Spout" -
although, as you can see if you look closely, it seems that Health & Safety don't necessarily think that was a good idea, judging from the label on it -
On the left is the road up to "Rock House" and my uncles used to race down it on some sort of dilly and end up in the brook - and also in lots of trouble!
That was obviously in the days before the safety fence had been put in!
I spent some time in the cemetery looking up some of my relatives - this my great grandfather and my great great aunt -
There's a pleasant view from the cemetery on the hill -
and I can really recommend the pub - where my forbears used to hang out, I'm told -
and here are some more views from the bridge -




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