PLEASE NOTE – ROUTE DIVERSION to avoid Blakeridge Wood as permissive agreement has lapsed and gates are locked. STEP 5: At Cefn Einion turn right and continue ahead over the next crossroads along the lane to Bryn. At Bryn turn left at the road junction to follow the lane alongside Argoed Wood to rejoin the route at Step 7.
A 12 mile linear route from Bishop’s Moat to Clun through the farming land to the west of Bishop’s Castle. The ride takes you through some lovely woodland and up to the spectacular iron-age hillfort of Bury Ditches, widely regarded as one of the finest hillforts in Britain.
The Bridleway winds down from the Kerry Ridgeway through the farming landscape west of Bishop’s Castle. The town is only a further two miles along to the end of the Ridgeway and is well worth a visit. Formerly one of the smallest boroughs in England the town is a vibrant community. It was founded in Saxon times when the land was given to the Bishop of Hereford by the lord of the manor, Egwin Shakehead, after he was cured of palsy in Hereford Cathedral. A castle was built in the 11th century and the town gradually grew up around it.
The occupations and industries in the town are still predominately based on agriculture. Brewing has been carried out since at least the 17th century when the Three Tuns public house obtained a licence and the tradition continues in the town to this day. There are two breweries in the town and there is much of interest to the visitor among the historic streets.
The remote rural community of Mainstone is named after the stone which now stands in front of the pulpit of the Parish Church. It was most likely used as a weight for bags of grain as the settlement in medieval times was a trading post on the Kerry Ridgeway. However there is a local folk tale, dating from the 19th century, which recounts the stone (weighing 204.5 pounds!) was used by the young men of the locality to demonstrate their strength and win their lady love. According to the tale the young men competed in a test of strength which involved throwing the stone across the quaintly named river Unk. The one to throw the ‘mainstone’ the furthest won the hand of the lady of his choice. It is unlikely that the local youth of today would go to such lengths to ‘get their girl!’




