The main purpose of our weekend away to the Welsh border was to go on an ancestral pilgrimage. I have ancestors from Monmouth and the surrounding area and had researched what I wanted to see and try and look for. The day we arrived it was pouring with rain and I had forgotten to bring my walking boots. Not a good start when I had planned to walk around some graveyards and churches. But after a bit of searching in nearly every charity shop on Monmouth’s high street, I found a pair of wellies for only £4. Yes they were women’s and three sizes too small, but as I could squeeze my feet into them I bought them anyway!
The first port of call was St Mary’s Priory Church on Whitecross Street in Monmouth. It’s a nice looking church, but I had no success. We had to use the car…
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Where The Wildings Are 