Wednesday, August 11, 2010

Bowling-green House

Tue 10 and Wed 11 Aug 1784: I took a walk to what is called the Bowling-green House, not a mile from the town. I have hardly seen such a place before. A gravel walk leads through the most beautiful meadows surrounded on all sides by fruitful hills, to a gently rising ground, on the top of which is a smooth green, on which the gentry of the town frequently spend the evening in dancing. From hence spread various walks bordered with flowers, one of which leads down to the river, on the back of which runs another walk, whose artless shades are not penetrated by the sun. These are full as beautiful in their kind, as even the hanging-woods at Brecon. Wednesday 11, it was with some difficulty that I broke from this affectionate people and went on through a most lovely country to Brecon.