We’re walking around some of the local paths and tracks – mostly familiar ground – and then we’re asking ourselves “have we ever been along here?”. An old chapel. converted into a house, on Carter’s Jitty. We’ve often walked just a few yards away, along Pugh’s Jitty (where the wall is made of old saggars), and along Quarry Road, again just yards in the other direction. Does familiarity breed contempt?