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Lake Vyrnwy

Horsebrook - Lake Vyrnwy

Our Autumn tour was the highlight of 2008. Last
October we had taken the Monarch Coach from the Old
Crown in Birmingham to the famous Lion at Shrewsbury
a journey of seventy miles in three days. This year we decided to head off the traditional coaching route to go on tour into Wales or more particularly to the beautiful Lake Vyrnwy. Our friends John & Pebs Brown with their lovely grey

gelderlanders and The Household Cavalry Blacks taking it in turns to horse their Nimrod Coach came along and added hugely to our enjoyment of the journey. What a wonderful time we had. Day one saw us leave Horsebrook with guards Peter Alder and Colin Pawson in full cry on the coach horns. The long pull to lunch at Lilleshall, the Nimrod teams first go with the drag shoe and a army tank on treads approaching at speed were the main topics of conversation as we settled the horses down at their Livery Yard and then enjoyed an authentic Coaching supper at the Bear at Hodnet that evening. Day two saw us continue on our way in glorious sunshine to lunch at Hadnall, where the Household Cavalry horses were waiting to horse the Nimrod for the second half of the day to the Agricultural College at

Peter Alder Hornblower

Walford, Nr. Baschurch. Another old coaching inn the
Wynnstay Hotel in Oswestry was the destination for the
people for their overnight stop. Day three and after lunch
at the Black Horse at Maesbrook we left England behind
and crossed into Wales accompanied by a toast in Welsh
proposed by Colin Pawson to ourselves and our horses.
We had an unscheduled afternoon stop in Llansantfraid
Mechain to thank Glen at the Wynnstay/Spar shop for all
her help. The scheduled afternoon stop was to collect Major
Bonner Morris and his partner at the Lion and there waiting
for us was an original Concord Wells Fargo Stagecoach
complete with cowboys, quite a sight, especially their antics
as the stagecoach drove off with the grooms treading the
revolving back wheels as if they were lumberjacks before
jumping up the leather cover on the back of the coach. We
arrived at Bodynfoel Hall and were treated to a wonderful
high tea while the horses were bedded down for the night.
How any of us found room for our subsequent dinner at yet another old coaching inn the Royal Oak at Welshpool I will never know.