The Strand at Eardisley

"The more they overthink the plumbing, the easier it is to stop up the drain," as Scotty once said when sabotaging a star ship's engines.
Because the phone lines for this bit of Broad Street have been down again all day - something to do with the fibre optic cables....

But now they're back, and I can talk about the fun evening I had over at the Strand at Eardisley on Monday.
Brian with the Staffies fancied an evening out of Hay, just for a change, so we went over to have a meal at the Strand. Generous portions, friendly staff and, of course, another local bookshop.
I hadn't realised how far back the bookshop went. When I'd gone before, I'd never gone beyond the room beside the cafe, where the SF is.
It goes back, and back, and then there's a staircase and a room upstairs, all partly organised but with piles of books on the floor, and interesting-looking titles everywhere. We had a lot of fun pulling out volumes, reading extracts, and just seeing what was there.
Eardisley is a pretty village to walk round, too, with an interesting church. In 2005 the local history group put together an impressive booklet, with sketches of each house, and the census records showing who had lived there, and what the buildings had been used for.