SHROPSHIRE 



brought about the destruction of the old dove- 

 cote formerly standing near the rectory at 

 Llanymynech, a village close to the Mont- 

 gomeryshire border. This was demolished by 

 the rector; not — be it noted well-;— the present 

 rector, who, with the villagers, deplores the 

 loss. 



Most probably of sixteenth-century work is 

 the circular brick dovecote at the Lynches, an 

 old housewhich stands not far from Yockleton, 

 a station on the Shrewsbury to Welshpool line. 

 Comparatively small, it is only fifty-three feet 

 in circumference, and is re-roofed with modern 

 slates. Its walls are thick, its doorway small, 

 its potence still in place. The nest-holes, plain 

 rectangular recesses, are still occupied. 



"Cannot this vaunted Shropshire show us 

 dovecotes dating from a period prior to Eliza- 

 bethan times?" exclaims some reader, eager 

 for the hoary stones of Norman work. The 

 Whitehall dovecote, beautiful in form and dec- 

 oration, easily accessible to visitors to Shrews- 

 bury who are pressed for time, was chosen for 

 our early notice upon that account, and it has 

 led the way to others of its age and style. But 



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