Today the last Lord Dinefwr was laid to rest. With the ending of hereditary peerages so passes the last Lord into history, whatever your political views on the peerage bestowed from generation to generation today an era has ended. I think it could be argued that no harm could have been done in allowing the title at least to remain.
The Rhys family has through many centuries held sway over the county of Carmarthenshire and their seat Newton House is set in the Dinefwr estate which also houses castle ruins and an iron age hill fort. The estate is now in the care of the National Trust who have done a magnificent job in bringing it all up to a superb standard making it a must for tourists when they venture this far west. It is sad that our inheritance tax laws mean that so many great estates are no longer affordable and so with their passing so goes so much of our history and heritage.
The wake was held within Newton House and a stream of cars proceeded and followed the family cortège into the grounds today. The sun made an appearance over a frosty landscape chilled by the north wind. Black mountain was again coated in a snowy top and the day remained dry for the occasion. All in all the weather and surroundings appeared to match the sobriety of the day. We never knew Lord Dinefwr but felt a sadness as his coffin passed us as yet another part of our unique history slipped quietly and sadly away.
Having witnessed the arrival of the coffin we retreated to the comfort of the Angel for lunch and returned home full (and sleepy) to work the afternoon away.
Walking the dogs in the semi light this evening I wondered at a world so taken with the financial crisis that surrounds us and imagined what a government (of any party) could do in the wake of a financial tsunami. They must do something but whatever they offer can only be a gesture and what they give in one hand they swiftly remove with the other.
The semi light offered a wonderful view of the countryside and made me think of our neighbour counting his sheep this morning and making sure they were all safe. Hearing the horse in the field opposite whiney hello, the dogs pulling me back down the hill eager to say their hellos to the visiting black cat that had caught their attention on our way out.
Now tucked up warmly with the fire glowing we can enjoy a quiet evening in with a glass of red and a venison sandwich for tea. Decadence at it’s best. We even have chocolate for afters. I understand chocolate goes well with venison.