Under the arches

For this weekend's adventure, I was reunited with Brother Dearest - oh, how I didn't miss him on my last adventure. The first stop on our expedition was to Shobdon Arches , which unsurprisingly is in the village of Shobdon. Accessed by a delightful tree-lined avenue, parking is available alongside the church (watch you don't park in the Rector's space as we nearly did). On the outside of the gated entrance there was a small yellow button, which Max dared me to press. Obviously I couldn't resist, and duly pressed it. However, conclusions came there none as to what it actually did. I pondered whether it was a doorbell to alert the Rector to the presence of parishioners unable to climb the steps (I'm not entirely sure what use the Rector would be to them). After a nose around the church, which is actually quite nice, we walked up another tree-lined avenue to the arches. With the trees in full autumn mode, the walk up was enchanting, especially as we neared the ar...