116. 06.05.2012 Grazing the graves
It’s not every day that you come across a Princess Leia wannabe grazing in a graveyard. In fact to be brutally frank, this was the first time for me.
This is the wettest graveyard in the country. It’s the original chapel that gave its name to the hamblet of Capel Curig, Capel Curig has been recorded as the wettest place in Britain, but for an island where it pisses down every other day, it’s a fairly meaningless record really, it just means it pisses down slightly more than elsewhere although considerably more than where Boris is, but who cares about him anyway. He’s a long way away.
Like so many chapels and churches in Wales, there would have been a timber and wattle construction before the 13th and 14th century building seen today was erected. (once again, please don’t titter at the usage of the word ‘erected’. It’s not funny and it’s not clever and I don’t know what alternative to use) The bell in the tower is dated 1623. How old the bell end is though is a matter for conjecture.
During the 19th century the church became too small to accommodate the congregation and a new church was opened in 1883. The new church was dedicated to St. Curig, the boy martyr and the dedication of the old church was then changed to St. Julitta - Curig's mother. It remained in use until the 1970s when it was deconsecrated and is now used as community and visitor centre. Although when we visited... it was locked.
Anyway, the custodians of the graveyard appear to be three sheep who keep the grass trim and proper. Another of my favourite places in Wales.
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