In a previous life I was a Gong Farmer - during the reign of the first Queen Elizabeth. A miserable time it was too eking out an existence collecting the "night soil" but it did mean that in the interests of fairness I got a great deal this time around. Proof of my blessed reincarnation is that I get to live in deepest middest Wales.
Here I can gaze up at poles of glorious loveliness along lonely lanes like those you see here. These en route to Capel Soar-y-Mynydd. Arguably the most isolated chapel in the whole of Wales. It's a fabulous journey just getting there - and if you're a keen hiker of empty hills (like me) then this is approaching heaven. These poles never had any cross-arms because there were so few inhabitants to connect to.
Soar is not uncommon name in Calvinistic parts of Wales. It comes from the Holy lands story of Lot and the destruction of the wicked cities including Sodom and Gomorrah and Barnsley. Zoar was spared as it was only, as its name implies, a little city.*1
The chapel itself is the favoured subject of many artists - including the painting, left, by the late Ogwyn Davies.
Lastly, the photo of the phone box and associated pole, I included to remind readers of my previous visit here - this photo extracted from the truly remarkable tome "Telegraph Pole Appreciation for Beginners (Key Stages 1-4)"
*1 Officially the first proper fact ever shared on this website.