Many Caerleon working men slogged their butt off in this now changed works.

Now long gone redundant Star Brick and Tile brick works.

All that now remains is a fading memory of the belching smoke from its two red chimneys of times past.

Each then commanding a view from near and far from this green and pleasant country side.

Reaching out into the sky like big red fingers. Red brick against the green grass and darker green of trees.

Even that has altered somewhat only one Chimney now remains and the works has become a trading estate of Beer and Concrete products.

But still the Avon Lwyd flows by with contempt. Contempt with demonstration of a flood of its flow with a burst from it's banks. Flooding for those that build in its path.

I was here first and I will be here last 'tis the sound of this babbling brook from higher ground.

That language of sound of flow over rocks

If one would listen as the river flows to the sea

Man is like a pebble in a mountain stream. We brush against each other on that journey to the sea moulding you and Me.
Mandrake.