St Gwenog's Church

I drove a long way yesterday to take pictures of Red Kites at a feeding station near Aberystwyth. Whilst it is not a great time of year, as they are not hungry, I was reliably informed that there had been 90 there the day before. As they were circling above, (10, maybe), a woman with a dog crossed the area where they get fed; exit right every kite in sight. So, a blurry kite's backside or the lovely glass window at my favorite church, which has not gone anywhere since the thirteenth century, so is difficult to miss.