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The first five months of 2026

My home, Stará Oleška 44, 19th May 2026 © Ricky Yates

I know, I know, there hasn’t been a blog post since early January. Sadly, good intentions to write one have never come to fruition – until now! So here’s a bit of what’s been happening since I returned from Zermatt on New Year’s Eve 2025.

Health update

Let’s start with the good news!

Unlike in the UK, where when you reach the age of seventy, you have to self-declare that you are still fit to drive if you want to retain your driving license, in the Czech Republic, you are required to pass a medical examination. And the process starts five years earlier, on reaching your sixty-fifth birthday. A further examination is then required at age sixty-eight and every two years thereafter.

On 5^th January 2026, a few weeks before my seventy-fourth birthday, I was medically examined by my GP and deemed fit to drive my car for a further two years, until the day before my seventy-sixth birthday in February 2028. I had to pay CZK 1100/GBP 39.15 for the privilege as it is one of the few things not covered by my otherwise totally free healthcare. But without having the resultant certificate, my car insurance would be invalid.

Also on a positive note, my INR, (level of thinness of my blood), has now fully settled down having been seriously disrupted by taking antibiotics to treat my Erysipelas infection. I am back to only needing to have it checked once every six weeks.

On the downside, the swelling of the lower part of my left leg, which never completely subsided following my Erysipelas infection has partially returned. I am back to taking anti-inflammatory tablets again to try and bring it under control. It subsides overnight but returns soon after getting out of bed each day. A further consultation with my GP will take place on Friday 26^th June along with the regular check of my INR.

House

Over a period of several weeks from late March to mid-May, the father and son team of K & K renovace nemovitostí have renewed the cladding & improved the insulation of the enclosed verandah at the front of my house. Why it took so long to complete is another story 😉 but the end result is excellent.

Rainwater-damaged cladding © Ricky Yates

What prompted this work was me asking Karel junior if they could repair this damaged section of the existing cladding, alongside the steps to the front door. Whilst he said they could repair it, he suggested that it would be much better to undertake a complete renovation of the whole exterior of the enclosed verandah and, as part of the work, improve the insulation. As in previous posts about the renovation of my house, I’ll let the photographs do most of the talking.

Stará Oleška 44 before renovation work on the enclosed verandah © Ricky Yates

The photograph above shows what the front of the house looked like before work commenced.

Insulation material attached to the exterior sides of the enclosed verandah © Ricky Yates

Insulation material was inserted on the three exterior sides of the enclosed verandah, held in place by wire. Then a couple of wooden batons were attached to hold the new cladding.

Insulation material covered by a waterproof membrane © Ricky Yates

All the new insulation material was then covered by a waterproof membrane.

Insulation being inserted between the roof and the ceiling of the enclosed verandah © Ricky Yates

Fresh insulation material was also inserted between the roof and the ceiling of the enclosed verandah.

New cladding was then attached.

The cause of the damage to the old cladding, as seen in the photograph at the beginning of this section, was rainwater dripping from the small gutter on the side of the perspex shelter above the front door, onto the steps and then splashing onto the wooden cladding.

New shelter over the front steps © Ricky Yates

So the old perspex shelter has been removed and a more extensive shelter erected over the front steps, with a gutter and downpipe to take rainwater well away from the new cladding.

Garden

A year ago, I discovered a tree surgeon called Michal who lives locally to me in Decín. He is the husband of Marcela who I’ve known for a few years through her teaching English classes held at the Hussite Church in Podmokly, the western part of Decín. Michal doesn’t have a word of English but communication via Marcela has worked perfectly 🙂

Michal working up in the popular tree © Ricky Yates

Fallen branches stuck in the popular tree © Ricky Yates

In June 2025, he cut down the branches of the popular tree that were hanging over the roof of my house, as well as removing two branches that had snapped off in a storm but were still caught up in the tree. He also seriously reduced part of the massive walnut tree in my back garden.

Michal working on my walnut tree © Ricky Yates

Through Marcela, I asked him to return this Spring, as he had previously said it would be the best time for him to work on the trees, and complete the reduction of the walnut tree.

He also said that the popular tree should cut right down drastically, assuring me that it would survive and sprout again. As it is very close to the house, I agreed to his suggestion.

One benefit of having all this work done has been the creation of a considerable new supply of firewood for next winter which Michal has kindly cut up and stacked in my woodshed. And I am hopeful that I will experience another benefit this coming Autumn with a much smaller leaf fall to rake and clear up.

Walnut tree 13th June 2026 © Ricky Yates

Popular tree 13th June 2026 © Ricky Yates

Here are two photographs, taken yesterday, showing that both trees are still flourishing.

English-language ministry at the Dresden Frauenkirche

The Coventry Cross of Nails/Nagelkreuz on the Frauenkirche altar © Ricky Yates

As I have explained previously, one of the two main reasons that the Church of England in Germany, was offered a monthly evening English-language Anglican service at the Frauenkirche, twenty years ago, is the strong links the Frauenkirche has with Coventry Cathedral through the Community of the Cross of Nails. Being born in Coventry and living and being educated in the city until the age of eighteen, makes my English-language ministry at the Frauenkirche very significant to me.

With John Witcombe, Dean of Coventry Cathedral © Ricky Yates

Over the past couple of years, I have got to know John Witcombe, the Dean of Coventry Cathedral, through his visit to Dresden in February 2025 and by attending worship at Coventry Cathedral when I’ve been in the UK.

With Bishop Sophie Jelley at the Frauenkirche 26th October 2025 © Ricky Yates

More recently, the new Bishop of Coventry, Sophie Jelley, a fellow graduate of Wycliffe Hall, Oxford 🙂 made her first visit to Dresden on Sunday 26^th October 2025 and was the preacher at the Festgottesdienst, celebrating the twentieth anniversary of the consecration of the rebuilt Frauenkirche. I attended the service and got to meet her afterwards.

Over Easter 2026, I made my first UK visit of this year and worshiped at Coventry Cathedral on Easter Sunday morning. Dean John was the celebrant and +Sophie the preacher at the Eucharist and she recognised me in the congregation and greeted me warmly at the Peace. In her sermon, +Sophie spoke of her first visit to the Frauenkirche and of the shared ministry of reconciliation. It has been a real privilege to be a part of the significant relationship between the Cathedral of my home city and the Frauenkirche where I minister.

Having updated my safeguarding training and once more proved my lack of criminality in the Czech Republic, earlier this year, my Bishop’s Permission to Officiate (PTO) was renewed for a further three years, meaning I can continue to lead worship and preach in my active retirement. I’m very much looking forward to my next service at the Frauenkirche on the evening of Sunday 21^st June when we will be celebrating the twentieth anniversary of English-language Anglican services, the first ever service being held on Sunday 18^th June 2006.

The view from the Beatenberg Conference Centre © Ricky Yates

I remain very grateful to the Intercontinental Church Society for their continued prayer support of my Dresden ministry. At the end of April, I was again able to attend their annual Chaplain’s conference held in Beatenberg, near Interlaken, in Switzerland. A lovely mixture of good teaching, fellowship and relaxation and you can’t really beat the view from my bedroom window 🙂

Yours Truly at the Rhine Falls/ Rheinfall © Ricky Yates

On my way back from the conference, I broke my journey, staying overnight in Bülach, near Zürich, meeting up with my friend Benedikt who I first met in Bavaria in 2004, when he was only sixteen years old. On the following morning, I drove us to Neuhausen am Rheinfall on the Swiss-German border and visited the impressive Rheinfall/ Rhine Falls where Benedikt kindly took this photograph of me. He then got the train back to Bülach and I drove on to Stará Oleška.

Postscript

There are several more things I could write about, particularly from my UK visit where I met up with both of my sisters as well as my two adult children and four grandchildren, watched Coventry City beat Derby County 3 – 2 at the CBS Arena, and at great expense, obtained a new British passport in Peterborough. But I want to get this published before it becomes six months since my last post.

A difficult winter

Sunset over Stará Oleška 10th November 2022 © Ricky Yates

I have to start this post by once again apologising for the long time gap since the last one. I had been hoping to publish the final instalment of my ongoing saga with Barclays Bank plc. I’ve already written the first half of a draft post. But unfortunately, the matter is still not resolved so I will hold off posting until it is brought to a satisfactory conclusion.

The other reason for the lack of a new post is that I have had a rather rough winter, particularly with regard to my health. Now that I am finally feeling nearly 100%, here is what has been happening to me this winter.

Back on Thursday 13^th October 2022, I paid my regular visit to my GP in Prague, for my International Normalised Ratio (INR) to be checked, to establish the exact amount of Warfarin that I have to take to thin my blood. I also asked about having a Covid booster vaccination and Dr Stonawski said it could be done there and then and passed me on to Dr Youngová, the boss of the practice. She vaccinated me and suggested that I really ought to also have a flu jab, something I’ve never previously had. So I agreed. Therefore I had a needle in my finger for INR, one in my left arm for Covid, and one in my right arm for flu 🙁

Eleven days later, I visited my friend, Adrian Blank, down in Nepomuk for the changeover to winter tyres on my car. He also accompanied me to the testing station in nearby Horažd’ovice, where the car successfully passed STK, (the Czech equivalent of the UK MOT test), meaning it is safe and legal to drive for the next two years.

With all of that done, I felt that both my body and my car were ready to face the coming winter. But whilst the car has continued to function perfectly, now nearly two years on from when I bought it, the same cannot be said for my body 🙁

Unfortunately, soon after receiving my jabs in October, I developed a most annoying cough. Particularly during the night, I would wake up, start coughing and then not be able to go back to sleep. It also considerably affected my ability to sing.

The Embassy Singers & part of the congregation on Sunday 4th December 2022 at the Frauenkirche, Dresden © Ricky Yates

It was an absolute delight on the evening of Sunday 4^th December, to be able to hold a service of Nine Lessons and Carols in the Frauenkirche, Dresden, for the first time since December 2019. As in previous pre-Covid years, the Embassy Singers from Berlin under their director Andrew Sims, provided a number of choir items as well as supporting the singing of the congregational carols. But as I tried to sing, I regularly ended up coughing 🙁

Introducing Nine Lessons and Carols at the Frauenkirche, Dresden, Sunday 4th December 2022 © Ricky Yates

The following Friday, I set out to travel to the UK, driving across Germany and the Netherlands to take the overnight ferry from Hoek van Holland to Harwich. I then spent the weekend, staying with my Czech friend Rev’d Dagmar Wilkinson, who has previously featured in this blog here and here. Dagmar is now the Rector of St John the Evangelist, Friern Barnet in North London. It was a privilege to be the preacher at a Sung Eucharist on Sunday morning.

With Rev’d Dagmar Wilkinson at St John the Evangelist, Friern Barnett, London © Ricky Yates

Here we both are in front of the high altar, following the service. Fortunately, my voice was OK for preaching but I once more ended up coughing when trying to sing the hymns.

That Sunday evening, London had the fairly rare experience of a heavy snowfall. Here is my car parked outside Dagmar’s Rectory on the Monday morning. I had to clear that lot off it before I could drive up to Nottingham.

The centrepiece of my December UK visit was to attend my son Phillip’s graduation ceremony at Nottingham Trent University. He was awarded his Masters in Business Administration (MBA), with commendation, a tremendous achievement for someone with a full-time job, a young family, and coping with the Covid pandemic through most of the time of his studies.

However, I did feel I had the right to stand in front of the board saying ‘Congratulations’ as I proofread, spell checked and grammar checked each of his assignments before he submitted them. As Phillip famously wrote to me after he received his final assessment, we got a commendation, Dad 🙂

I also spent two nights staying near Daventry in order to visit my daughter Christa, son-in-law Ian, and my two grandsons.

Here are my first attempt at taking a selfie with each of my grandsons.

This selfie with Finley was taken at the CBS Arena in Coventry on Saturday 17^th December where we watched my football club, Coventry City FC, playing Swansea City FC. Taking Finley to the match was his Christmas present from me as well as a Christmas present to myself 😉

My return journey started the following day when I drove to Harwich for the ferry back across the North Sea to Hoek van Holland. By this time the cough had become some form of respiratory infection. I was coughing up large amounts of phlegm, had a runny, but blocked nose, problems with my hearing and feeling increasingly weak. Normally I do not mind the long drive across the Netherlands and Germany, in order get home. But I have to say that I struggled to keep driving on Monday 19^th December, not helped by the very limited hours of daylight.

I arrived home late that evening to find snow lying in my garden and a sheet of ice on the driveway and path to the front door. There is a gentle slope from the road up to my front gates but it took three attempts before I managed to drive the car up that slope and into the carport. And the house was absolutely freezing!

During that week before Christmas, I received an email from my GP surgery, setting out dates and times their surgery would be open during the Christmas period. But it also acknowledged that there were a lot of respiratory viruses circulating and offered some helpful advice on how to treat their symptoms, including details of over-the-counter drugs that are available without prescription. I decided that I would try not to trouble the surgery but instead, follow their advice.

Andrew & Gethin’s Christmas Tree © Ricky Yates

On Christmas Eve evening, I was invited to the home of my friends Andrew and Gethin in Obercunnersdorf, about fifty minutes drive north from Stará Oleška, in Freistaat Sachen. A wonderful supper was followed by a candlelit Carol Service in the village Lutheran Church. Unfortunately, because of my respiratory problems, I could hardly hear or sing.

Knowing that I had my next GP appointment for INR already arranged for Tuesday 3rd January, I spent the days after Christmas and into the New Year, taking things easy and my health slowly started to improve. When I saw Dr Stonawski, he checked me thoroughly all over and declared that I had been suffering with bronchitis as he could hear that there were still problems in my chest. However, all he could suggest was that should continue to take it easy and my condition should slowly improve. It took until the end of January before I finally lost the last vestiges of my cough.

However, at the beginning of February, I began to get an itchy rash on my back, which soon spread around the sides of my chest, to my arms and to my right leg. Again, as I had my next INR appointment booked for Tuesday 14^th February, I decided to hang on until then before seeking medical advice. When Dr Stonawski took one look at my back he immediately wrote a report asking the dermatology department of Vojenské nemocnice, the Military Hospital in Prague, to see me that day as an emergency. There, the dermatologist that I saw, diagnosed it as some form of eczema. I was given a cortisone injection in my rear and prescribed various pills and creams.

The photo above shows all the prescribed drugs I took away from the pharmacy that afternoon. I should stress that it does include repeat prescriptions for the medication I regularly take for the problems with my blood and heart. But I have been rattling with pills in the morning for the last two weeks. Fortunately, I am please to report that my skin is responding to treatment and whilst it is still discoloured, I’ve all but lost the itch. I’ve already had one follow-up appointment and another is due next week.

Logs delivered on Wednesday 15th February 2023 © Ricky Yates

The day after my trip to Prague for INR and my emergency visit to the dermatologist, I had my second delivery of logs for this winter, deposited in my back garden. So despite still not feeling well, I had to transport all of them into my woodshed and stack them there, before they got rained or snowed on. I’m quite proud of myself that I managed to achieve this in the space of a week.

Logs stacked in the woodshed 22/02/2023 © Ricky Yates

Here they all are, stacked in the woodshed.

I’m very glad I did as, on the morning of Sunday 26^th February, my seventy-first birthday, this was the view from my front door…

….and from my back door.

As far as I can remember, it was the first ‘White Birthday’ I’ve had since 1963. Yes, I was singing, ‘I’m dreaming of a White Birthday’, numerous times that day 🙂

A danger of driving in the Czech Republic

According to a news report I read some time ago, the three most common causes of road traffic accidents in the Czech Republic are: First – driving too fast. Second – driving under the influence of alcohol or drugs. Third – hitting a wild animal, either a deer or a wild boar. Unfortunately, late on the night of Monday 27^th September, I joined those statistics 🙁

I was giving a lift to my friend Kát’a, from a rather late evening appointment in Ceská Lípa, to her home in Decín. Driving through the forested area between Kamenický Šenov and Ceská Kamenice, I had a major altercation with a large deer. It suddenly appeared out of the forest on my left. I only saw it for a nano-second before it crashed into the front driver’s side of the car and smashed the windscreen.

Thankfully, neither of us were physically hurt and, being on a straight stretch of road, I was very easily able to bring the car to a halt. However, we were both quite shaken up by the experience. I was also covered with numerous small shards of glass from the broken windscreen. I thought that I had brushed or shaken them all off me, but then found one sticking out of my left index finger when I woke up in my bed the following morning!

Several people who have already heard this story have asked, ‘What about the deer?’ The answer is that I do not know. Once I had stopped the car and looked in my rear-view mirror, I expected to see a dead body lying in the road. But there wasn’t one. The deer had run off into the forest on the other side of the road from whence it had come. But at around midnight and very shaken by what had happened, I wasn’t prepared to walk into a dark Czech forest to make further enquiries.

Although the windscreen was smashed, the bodywork damaged and my driver’s side door would not open properly, the car was still just mobile. So I eventually decided that the best thing to do was to drive on, very carefully. I could still just about see where I was going and I drove quite slowly to ensure the windscreen didn’t implode any further. Fortunately, it being so late at night, there was very little traffic on the roads and I safely delivered Kát’a to her flat and then drove back to my own home in Stará Oleška. Climbing out of the car via the front passenger-side door, was an ‘interesting’ exercise 😉

The following day was a public holiday so I could do nothing to start the process of getting the car repaired. That evening, I went for a drink at Bar Restaurace U Soni and was greeted on my arrival by Libor, (husband of Sona, the boss of U Soni), and by Karel, (father of a young lady who I have helped with her school English). They both gave me a knowing look and said, ‘Jelen‘, which is Czech for deer. Living in this heavily forested area, what had happened to me is a well-known local hazard.

After conversations with my insurers, much aided by Kát’a, my car was eventually collected and taken to a repair shop in Ústí nad Labem. This was one of three possible repairers recommended by my insurers. The Ústí repairer promised to start work on Monday 11^th October. The other two could only offer a start date later in October.

After much toing and froing with paperwork between my insurers, the repair shop and me, including the demand for a scan of the medical certificate that says I’m fit to drive as I’m over sixty-five, finally on Wednesday 27^th October, I got a text message to say I could collect my car. A journey by bus, train and another bus, got me there. I was required to pay 5808 Kc / £191.00 / €227.00 being 5% of the total repair cost. Insurance has fortunately covered the other 95% – a not inconsiderable sum!

Golf Carly dva duly repaired © Ricky Yates

Being without a car for a whole month was very frustrating. It was also a little expensive as I decided that to get to certain appointments and complete tasks, I needed a car. So I hired one for several days, a Škoda Fabia which, as I said at the time, made me completely Czech 🙂

Once I got my car back, I then had another expense, one that I was expecting. As I explained in my previous post about buying the car in March this year, it came fitted with Summer tyres. As it is a legal requirement here to have Winter tyres with at least 4mm of tread, when driving between 1^st November and 31^st March, on Thursday 4^th November, I drove down to my good friend Adrian Blank in Nepomuk, to have four brand new Winter tyres fitted. Now I’m ready to face the coming Winter, hopefully without any further altercations with deer.

Nový Carly

Nearly ten years ago, I drove from the North Oxfordshire countryside to Prague, in order to begin my new life here in the Czech Republic. I drove in my right-hand drive Renault Scenic, first registered in March 2000, which has belonged to me since February 2004. I explained my reasons for bringing my car with the steering wheel on the ‘wrong’ side, to the Czech Republic, in this blog post from June 2009. Then there is a further post asking you to ‘Check this Czech car out!‘ 🙂

The ‘Carly’, as the Renault Scenic has become proverbially known, took Sybille and I all the way to Turkey and back in October 2009. In October 2015, it took us all around Poland. In between those trips, there have been various visits to Croatia, Switzerland, Austria, Germany and the Netherlands, as well as to many different places within the Czech Republic.

The ‘Carly’ has also taken me back to the UK on three occasions, the first of which I wrote about here, explaining all that is involved in a drive across five countries to Dunkerque on the French side of the English Channel. The last time I undertook the trip was in December 2017, in order to spend Christmas with my children and grandchildren, the first Christmas in 28 years when I wasn’t working!

However, despite my strong affection for the ‘Carly’, back in June, I came to the sad conclusion that the time had come to part with it and buy another car. There were three main reasons for this. Firstly, it has 217,826 miles / 350,000 kilometres on the clock. Secondly, the bodywork is beginning to go in several places, especially around the rear wheel arches. Thirdly and most significantly, various parts of the ‘Carly’s brain’ are no longer functioning. Whilst it would, at considerable expense, be possible to replace the ‘brain’, the Renault dealer in Prague told me that there would be no guarantee that a new ‘brain’ would talk to other parts of the ‘Carly’ and would thus render it immovable!

Having many times driven past Gregi Auta in Ústí nad Labem and seen their wide range of second-hand cars, I decided it was the place to start looking for another car. I visited on the afternoon of Tuesday 19^th June and two hours later, I had become the owner of the blue Volkswagen Golf that you see in the photograph at the beginning of this post and below.

Whilst it is sixteen years old, it had only 140,000 km on the clock and the bodywork is in excellent condition. Likewise the engine seems fine. Buying it hasn’t put a major dent in my bank account so, if it lasts the next three to four years, I shall be more than happy. Interestingly, it had been imported from Germany, the previous owner being a resident of the Spreewald area, south of Berlin. Therefore two days after I purchased the car, I had to visit the town council offices in Decín and apply for a Czech registration document and number plates.

On a couple of occasions when in France, I have previously hired a left-hand drive car, therefore driving one is not a totally new experience. But it does still take some getting used to. Even now, nearly three months after purchasing it, I still sometimes open the wrong door to get in to drive. I also often look over the incorrect shoulder to find my seat belt. And I have, more than once, tried to change gear with the door handle 🙂

When I posted a photograph of my new VW Golf on Facebook, I did raise the question of what it should be called. I had a few suggestions and my favourite was ‘Nový Carly’ which is the one I’ve adopted.

I also have one other problem – how do I dispose of an eighteen year old, right-hand drive Renault Scenic, in the Czech Republic?

The old ‘Carly’ in Prague, in the snow 🙂 © Ricky Yates

My April 2016 visit to the UK – Brownsea Island & St Tecwyn’s Church, Llandecwyn

The castle on Brownsea Island, as seen from the ferry from Sandbanks © Ricky Yates

Following worship at St. Clement’s on the morning of Sunday 17^th April, when I and the congregation bid farewell to Rev’d Dr Karen Moritz, I was away from the Czech Republic for the rest of the month, only returning to Prague on the afternoon of Saturday 30^th April, ready to lead worship the following day. It was first a week of annual leave, which was then followed by attending my final ICS Chaplains Conference.

I drove from Prague to the UK over a period of two days, following the almost identical route I described two years ago, when I last made this journey. The only difference this time was that I spent the night of Sunday 17^th, staying with the York family in Luxembourg. Then when I drove off the ferry in Dover the following afternoon, rather than heading north to the East Midlands, I instead headed west to Bournemouth to spend two nights with my eldest sister June and brother-in-law Garry.

On Tuesday 19^th April, I had a delightful day out with June and Garry, visiting Brownsea Island, situated in the middle of Poole Harbour. We first drove to nearby Sandbanks, where Garry parked the car, and then took the small passenger ferry across to the island.

Lord Baden Powell memorial © Ricky Yates

Now in the care of the National Trust, Brownsea Island is famous as the site of the first-ever Scout Camp organised by Lord Baden Powell in 1907.

It is also one of the few places in southern England where indigenous red squirrels survive, largely because non-native grey squirrels have never been introduced to the island. The red squirrels are normally quite shy but this one came near enough for me to photograph.

Brownsea also has a small ornamental population of peacocks. This one even kindly posed for me.

View across Poole Harbour from Brownsea Island © Ricky Yates

The island is 1.5 miles (2.4 km) long and 0.75 miles (1.2 km) wide and consists of 500 acres (202.34 ha) of woodland (pine and oak), heathland and salt-marsh. We walked right around the island, stopping for our picnic lunch en-route. The weather was kind to us and I was delighted to visit somewhere I had seen from a passing cross-channel ferry, but where I had never previously set foot.

On Wednesday 20^th April, I set off from Bournemouth on the south coast of England, heading for North Wales. I had arranged to stay that night at Bryn Derw, a small Bed and Breakfast establishment located just outside Talsarnau. This was to enable me to enjoy a scenic train journey the next day, about which more in my next post.

This was the view from in front of Bryn Derw, with blue skies, warm sunshine, and being able to see the tops of the mountains – a relatively rare event in Wales 🙂

After putting my belongings into my room for the night, I drove up a steep narrow lane into the hills behind, hoping to get a better view across to the mountains of Snowdonia and the nearby estuary of the Afon Dwyryd. On both counts, I was not disappointed as you can see.

The estuary of Afon Dwyryd © Ricky Yates

St Tecwyn's Church, Llandecwyn © Ricky Yates — St Tecwyn’s Church, Llandecwyn © Ricky Yates

But what was even more pleasing, was finding this beautifully located and very peaceful little Church. It is dedicated to St Tecwyn, an ancient Welsh saint. These days, it is only used for occasional services in summer – Evening Prayer in Welsh. But the Church is kept open for visitors and as a peaceful place for prayer. I only discovered it by pure chance but was thrilled to do so.