The thing about the UK is that you’re always stumbling across things like, oh, say, one of the top three walled towns in Wales, or the best-preserved Celtic cross in the UK, or the largest Neolithic monument in Pembrokeshire, or a burial mound in a suburban backyard. You don’t go looking for it. It’s all just there.
This is in the churchyard of St. Brynach’s in Nevern:
This is a poem I found on a sheet in Nevern Church. It’s apparently translated from Irish runes, though I can’t seem to find more information than that.
Celtic Poem:
I saw a stranger today. I put food for him
In the eating place, and drink in the drinking place
And music in the listening place.
In the Holy Name of the Trinity
He blessed myself and my family
And the lark said in her warble
Often, often, often
Goes Christ in the stranger’s guise.