The Clwyd and Powys Archeological Trust clearly mentions a well dedicated to St Bennion in their description of Llanymynerch. When I arrived at the location, which is also marked on local maps, all I could find were closed gates and trees surrounded by brambles. The well could be in there somewhere. Nowadays no one seems to know anything about St Bennion, although the well was used for “amulets” until the 1870s. I think perhaps it was a well never really adopted by the church, whose powers belong more to the pagan beliefs of the old days.
A sunny day, calm waters and men in shorts.
My route continued along the canal to Welshpool. Along the way there were beautiful views of the distant hills. I met a few different walkers, but most of the people I met were serious runners, who were in shorts despite the cold temperatures. They sped by, their t-shirts proclaiming that they had completed several marathon races.

Creatures with wings
I also met a man with a huge telephoto lens. He told me he was trying to get pictures of the little orange-tipped butterflies that ran by. I was excited to see this early peacock butterfly enjoying the nectar of the dandelion flower.

Her wings were a bit mangled, so I guess she had almost survived the winter and was feeding to mate and lay eggs as soon as possible. She will die soon. Every new life has death behind it.
I also enjoyed much larger winged creatures. A huge gray heron flapped its gangly wings and flew away down the water. Two lovely white geese frolicked and a swan preened in her large, messy nest while her mate nibbled on the aquatic seaweed.


When I arrived in Welshpool I sent a letter to an older friend who doesn’t do electronic communications. What a splendid mailbox!

The cycles of life and death were everywhere today: the aging butterfly, the swan’s nest awaiting eggs, snowdrops already about to go to seed. We have little time on earth to enjoy time with the people we love, to try to leave things better than we found them, to share with others. This philosophical I sketched some ash trees at the end of my walk.

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