The first stop our two-day trip was Ross-on-Wye, on the English side of the border between Wales and England.
As it was not a planned stop, we just walked around without knowing anywhere to go.
Several of the old buidlings were built with red sand stone, particular to this area. This is one of the fine examples; I don't know the original purpose of it, but now it is used as a marketplace with several stalls and coffee shops.
This is the Market House, also build with red sand stone, in the 17th century.
The lower part is still used as a marketplace, and various things like vegetable, plans and used-books are sold. The upper floor houses heritage centre. The white wagon parked in front is a fishmonger.
This is a view from the place where the Market House stands down toward a slope.
Not all the buildings of the town are not particular old nor traditional, but the town is still pretty and attractive. We saw several interesting cafes and pubs, although we did not have time to stop at any.
This is a show-winder of a butcher in Ross. I found that they were selling wild boar meat: left are loin rolls for roasting and right are steaks, priced £15.41/kilo and £13.20/kilo respectively, so not more expensive than lamb or beef. I would like to try, if I have a chance.
This is St. Mary's Church standing at a higher ground of the town.
We we went inside, the service was going on, so we did not have time to observe the interior closely. I just noticed there were fine tombs of Rudhall family, which must have been rulers of the town, or the founders of the church. It is quite beautiful and worth a visit, if you happen to be here.
While walking toward the carpark, we found a green grocer celling fresh apples and strawberries. I bought a bag of apples called Discovery, £1.50 for 1.50 kilo. A friend bought strawberries. Both really fresh, sweet and delicious.
Inside the shop, we found these yellow courgettes. I knew pale green variety, but not such bright yellow one, so I asked the permission to photograph them.
Also unfamiliar were these purple French beans. The grocer told us that both yellow courgettes and purple French beans were grown locally. We did not buy them as it was at the beginning of journey, but we wanted to.
It was all about our stop at Ross. What impressed us most of all was the foul smell filling all the town. Even knowing it was from the fertiliser, it was surprising how strong the smell was.