Llangollen
Llangollen
Plas Newydd was home to the esteemed Ladies of Llangollen, Sarah Ponsonby and Lady Eleanor Butler. They were considered radical women of their time, rejecting marriage and choosing instead to flee their native Ireland to begin a life together here in Llangollen; one devoted to reading, thinking, writing, and to each other.
Despite (or perhaps rather because of) the controversial nature of their dedication, the women drew attention from throughout the literary world and welcomed guests including the likes of Wordsworth and Shelley to their home here. They were known to hold particularly firmly to their invite-only policy and it is rumoured that a number of important writers of the day were sent away with tails between legs upon arriving at the house before formally receiving their summons.
What was once the humble cottage bought by the women saw multiple transformations before its arrival at what is today a Gothic reminiscent Plas with its intricate, imposing carvings and stained glass. A visit inside is well worth the small fee, transporting you into the world of these remarkable women and the life they shared. I always have the sense that they are still there, somehow in the bones of this dwelling.
The grounds unfold onto the incredible backdrop of the Eglwyseg crags and Castell Dinas Brân. Amongst the array of wild and manicured flowers, sit yourself in the stone circle, a relic of an Eisteddfod long past, and take in the view that must have lured these women here. Walk their secretive path down to the river and discover the quaint bridges crisscrossing eventually to their ancient spring monument and secluded summer house.
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Plas Newydd
Plas Newydd was home to the esteemed Ladies of Llangollen, Sarah Ponsonby and Lady Eleanor Butler. They were considered radical women of their time, rejecting marriage and choosing instead to flee their native Ireland to begin a life together here in Llangollen; one devoted to reading, thinking, writing, and to each other.
Despite (or perhaps rather because of) the controversial nature of their dedication, the women drew attention from throughout the literary world and welcomed guests including the likes of Wordsworth and Shelley to their home here. They were known to hold particularly firmly to their invite-only policy and it is rumoured that a number of important writers of the day were sent away with tails between legs upon arriving at the house before formally receiving their summons.
What was once the humble cottage bought by the women saw multiple transformations before its arrival at what is today a Gothic reminiscent Plas with its intricate, imposing carvings and stained glass. A visit inside is well worth the small fee, transporting you into the world of these remarkable women and the life they shared. I always have the sense that they are still there, somehow in the bones of this dwelling.
The grounds unfold onto the incredible backdrop of the Eglwyseg crags and Castell Dinas Brân. Amongst the array of wild and manicured flowers, sit yourself in the stone circle, a relic of an Eisteddfod long past, and take in the view that must have lured these women here. Walk their secretive path down to the river and discover the quaint bridges crisscrossing eventually to their ancient spring monument and secluded summer house.
It is impossible to consider Llangollen without bringing to mind its river. 'Afon Dyfrdwy' is The River Dee's Welsh name, with 'Afon' meaning 'River' and 'Dyfrdwy' meaning 'Water of the Goddess' in Old Welsh; a reminder that the heart of this town was beating before the seventh-century arrival of Christianity with St Collen.
The river comes into being in the Snowdonian Mountains, though its source is often cited as Llyn Tegid, or Bala Lake in English. Its journey back to the sea ends between the most Northeasterly point of Wales and the Wirral. In his beautiful book, 'The River Map', Jim Perin shares his physical and emotional journey following the river to its source – a long-time dream of my own.
As one of the Seven Wonders of Wales in folksong history, you can be sure that our enduring bridge has seen it all. Rebuilt and widened multiple times since the eleventh century (and probably earlier still than records can show), it remains the principal witness to all that passes through the town. On a hot day, see if you can bear to stand and watch as young men use it as a springboard to dive into well-known river safe spots with all the bravado of youth.
If this sight finds you wanting to explain to them something of the precariousness of life, then take your leave of the bridge and stroll West, passing the enticing vibes of The Cornmill if you can, following the Victorian Promenade to where the hidden rocks of winter once again become visible to the warmth and are shared by picnicking bird and human creatures alike.
Llangollen is at its most vital in the dance between creatures and water and its many swimming holes attest to this. Ask locals about the best spots if they look like they might be generous with their secrets or instead, head to one of the outdoor companies which organise river activities such as rafting, canoeing and gorge walking.
Llangollen Bridge, Llangollen
Castle StreetIt is impossible to consider Llangollen without bringing to mind its river. 'Afon Dyfrdwy' is The River Dee's Welsh name, with 'Afon' meaning 'River' and 'Dyfrdwy' meaning 'Water of the Goddess' in Old Welsh; a reminder that the heart of this town was beating before the seventh-century arrival of Christianity with St Collen.
The river comes into being in the Snowdonian Mountains, though its source is often cited as Llyn Tegid, or Bala Lake in English. Its journey back to the sea ends between the most Northeasterly point of Wales and the Wirral. In his beautiful book, 'The River Map', Jim Perin shares his physical and emotional journey following the river to its source – a long-time dream of my own.
As one of the Seven Wonders of Wales in folksong history, you can be sure that our enduring bridge has seen it all. Rebuilt and widened multiple times since the eleventh century (and probably earlier still than records can show), it remains the principal witness to all that passes through the town. On a hot day, see if you can bear to stand and watch as young men use it as a springboard to dive into well-known river safe spots with all the bravado of youth.
If this sight finds you wanting to explain to them something of the precariousness of life, then take your leave of the bridge and stroll West, passing the enticing vibes of The Cornmill if you can, following the Victorian Promenade to where the hidden rocks of winter once again become visible to the warmth and are shared by picnicking bird and human creatures alike.
Llangollen is at its most vital in the dance between creatures and water and its many swimming holes attest to this. Ask locals about the best spots if they look like they might be generous with their secrets or instead, head to one of the outdoor companies which organise river activities such as rafting, canoeing and gorge walking.
Finding the source of a canal is like finding the foot of a rainbow – a rare happening which is more than likely to bear treasure. A gentle 45 minute stroll West along the towpath will bring you to Horseshoe Falls, the beautiful and inspired feat of early 19th century engineering by Thomas Telford. The falls is a stunning weir which coaxes water from The River Dee to feed the starting point of the World Heritage Site proclaimed Llangollen Canal.
If you keep following the footpath along the water’s edge, stepping mindfully over the roots of ancient oaks, you will see the path begs you upwards. Beyond the final kissing gate you will find Llantysilio Church. Originally built in the fifteenth century, the circular enclosure here hints at a much older sacred site. It is one of my favourite places to retreat into silence or to sing. If you are visiting at the beginning of the year then you might be lucky enough to see snowdrops blanketing the wild churchyard.
Such exploration is deserving of reward which can happily be found at The Chainbridge Hotel, circa 1828. Spanning the River Dee and connecting the hotel and Berwyn Station (one stop on the Llangollen Railway line) is a fully restored suspension bridge. This historic form of footbridge is often dated to the 1900s though it is believed by some to have been built originally by the Monks of Valle Crucis Abbey which places it at sometime from the thirteenth century.
Returning to Llangollen Wharf, you can jump aboard one of the many horse drawn canal boat trips (running from March to October) and head East along the canal in an even more leisurely manner. This 2 hour trip is the best way to see the Pontcysyllte Aqueduct in all its glory. Described as “The Stream in The Sky”, it is the tallest navigable aqueduct in the country and features amongst the most impressive in the world. It will come as no surprise as you cross just why it took Telford ten years to design and build. This elevated waterway was the only way of linking our little slice of heaven to the Shropshire Union Canal.
Canal Side
Finding the source of a canal is like finding the foot of a rainbow – a rare happening which is more than likely to bear treasure. A gentle 45 minute stroll West along the towpath will bring you to Horseshoe Falls, the beautiful and inspired feat of early 19th century engineering by Thomas Telford. The falls is a stunning weir which coaxes water from The River Dee to feed the starting point of the World Heritage Site proclaimed Llangollen Canal.
If you keep following the footpath along the water’s edge, stepping mindfully over the roots of ancient oaks, you will see the path begs you upwards. Beyond the final kissing gate you will find Llantysilio Church. Originally built in the fifteenth century, the circular enclosure here hints at a much older sacred site. It is one of my favourite places to retreat into silence or to sing. If you are visiting at the beginning of the year then you might be lucky enough to see snowdrops blanketing the wild churchyard.
Such exploration is deserving of reward which can happily be found at The Chainbridge Hotel, circa 1828. Spanning the River Dee and connecting the hotel and Berwyn Station (one stop on the Llangollen Railway line) is a fully restored suspension bridge. This historic form of footbridge is often dated to the 1900s though it is believed by some to have been built originally by the Monks of Valle Crucis Abbey which places it at sometime from the thirteenth century.
Returning to Llangollen Wharf, you can jump aboard one of the many horse drawn canal boat trips (running from March to October) and head East along the canal in an even more leisurely manner. This 2 hour trip is the best way to see the Pontcysyllte Aqueduct in all its glory. Described as “The Stream in The Sky”, it is the tallest navigable aqueduct in the country and features amongst the most impressive in the world. It will come as no surprise as you cross just why it took Telford ten years to design and build. This elevated waterway was the only way of linking our little slice of heaven to the Shropshire Union Canal.
Valle Crucis Abbey was founded in 1201 by Madog ap Gruffydd Maelor, some sixty years before his son would build Castell Dinas Brân. The Abbey’s Welsh name, Abaty Glyn y Groes, pays homage to Croes Elisedd, which can be found in an adjacent field. This ninth century monument was erected by Cyngen ap Cadell to commemorate its namesake, his Grandfather, whilst signalling the right of his family to rule this land. Its Latin inscriptions follow the lineage of the Princes of Powys so far back in time as to touch mythological ancestors.
The Abbey then, was extremely special to our historic Princes and was the last of its kind to be built in Wales, quickly becoming the spiritual centre of this valley and beyond. The Cistercians brought to it their unique breakaway brand of Catholic worship, pledging steadfast observance to the Rule of Saint Benedict. Known as “The White Monks” for their distinctive white choir robes, The Cistercians believed in manual labour, particularly agricultural, in the interests of austere self-sufficiency.
From its initially impoverished wooden structure housing a colony of but ten monks, the Abbey grew in influence and wealth, is speculated to have seen the revolt of Glyndŵr and is known to have welcomed renowned Welsh poets and bards up until its dissolution by Henry VIII in the sixteenth century. Whilst now surrounded by a working farm and some of the most privileged camping anywhere in the country, the Abbey is still magnificently haunting in its perfectly dilapidated state.
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Valle Crucis Abbey
Valle Crucis Abbey was founded in 1201 by Madog ap Gruffydd Maelor, some sixty years before his son would build Castell Dinas Brân. The Abbey’s Welsh name, Abaty Glyn y Groes, pays homage to Croes Elisedd, which can be found in an adjacent field. This ninth century monument was erected by Cyngen ap Cadell to commemorate its namesake, his Grandfather, whilst signalling the right of his family to rule this land. Its Latin inscriptions follow the lineage of the Princes of Powys so far back in time as to touch mythological ancestors.
The Abbey then, was extremely special to our historic Princes and was the last of its kind to be built in Wales, quickly becoming the spiritual centre of this valley and beyond. The Cistercians brought to it their unique breakaway brand of Catholic worship, pledging steadfast observance to the Rule of Saint Benedict. Known as “The White Monks” for their distinctive white choir robes, The Cistercians believed in manual labour, particularly agricultural, in the interests of austere self-sufficiency.
From its initially impoverished wooden structure housing a colony of but ten monks, the Abbey grew in influence and wealth, is speculated to have seen the revolt of Glyndŵr and is known to have welcomed renowned Welsh poets and bards up until its dissolution by Henry VIII in the sixteenth century. Whilst now surrounded by a working farm and some of the most privileged camping anywhere in the country, the Abbey is still magnificently haunting in its perfectly dilapidated state.
Overlooking the town is the mighty Castell Dinas Brân, the now ruined 13th century castle. You might hear locals referring to it as 'Crow Castle', though this excludes 'Dinas', which translates to 'Fortress'. I prefer the more romantic sounding 'Fortress of the Crows', though it is not literal. 'Brân' translates to 'crow' and there is certainly no shortage of crows here, both real and those sculpted and welcoming you at the entrance gates.
The castle was built by Gruffydd II ap Madog in the 1260s, the period following the signing of the Treaty of Montgomery which was supposed to ensure an end to interference in Welsh governance by England. The Castle was passed to Gruffydd's four sons after his death at the end of the same decade and shortly before Edward I launched an attack on Wales from Chester, breaking the aforementioned treaty. It appears that Gruffydd's sons had divided loyalties and whilst two of them submitted to Edward, the story goes that the remaining two, still serving Llewelyn, burned down the castle rather than have it handed over to the English.
It is a site of pilgrimage for locals and visitors alike and a pair of decent shoes will see you up the well-marked, well-kept paths to enjoy the spectacular summit views in under 40 minutes from the centre of town. It's possible to get a real sense of the valley from here, taking in the Eglwyseg Rocks to the North, the Pontcysyllte Aqueduct to the East, Llangollen town and the Glyn Ceiriog pass to the South and the Llantysilio mountains and Velvet Hill to the West.
It's one of my favourite thinking spots. The silence, the wind, thoughts of the history of this land and its people. Don't be surprised if someone politely asks you to stop cracking the peace apart with your drone and instead enter the moment that unfolds in front of your eyes. This can't be captured and taken home, I'm afraid. You have to just live it there and then.
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Замок Динас Бран
Overlooking the town is the mighty Castell Dinas Brân, the now ruined 13th century castle. You might hear locals referring to it as 'Crow Castle', though this excludes 'Dinas', which translates to 'Fortress'. I prefer the more romantic sounding 'Fortress of the Crows', though it is not literal. 'Brân' translates to 'crow' and there is certainly no shortage of crows here, both real and those sculpted and welcoming you at the entrance gates.
The castle was built by Gruffydd II ap Madog in the 1260s, the period following the signing of the Treaty of Montgomery which was supposed to ensure an end to interference in Welsh governance by England. The Castle was passed to Gruffydd's four sons after his death at the end of the same decade and shortly before Edward I launched an attack on Wales from Chester, breaking the aforementioned treaty. It appears that Gruffydd's sons had divided loyalties and whilst two of them submitted to Edward, the story goes that the remaining two, still serving Llewelyn, burned down the castle rather than have it handed over to the English.
It is a site of pilgrimage for locals and visitors alike and a pair of decent shoes will see you up the well-marked, well-kept paths to enjoy the spectacular summit views in under 40 minutes from the centre of town. It's possible to get a real sense of the valley from here, taking in the Eglwyseg Rocks to the North, the Pontcysyllte Aqueduct to the East, Llangollen town and the Glyn Ceiriog pass to the South and the Llantysilio mountains and Velvet Hill to the West.
It's one of my favourite thinking spots. The silence, the wind, thoughts of the history of this land and its people. Don't be surprised if someone politely asks you to stop cracking the peace apart with your drone and instead enter the moment that unfolds in front of your eyes. This can't be captured and taken home, I'm afraid. You have to just live it there and then.
Pilgrimage
Park up in Derwen, just outside the central church with its Grade II listed Celtic cross in the circular graveyard and ponder on why there are no longer any oak trees in a village to which they lent their name – Derwen means oak in Welsh.
Head North and with the church now to your back, begin the ascent into pilgrimage, passing by the new Methodist church where you'll hear Welsh sung on a Sunday. Once you veer left at the top of this lane, you have left the village behind and are in the winding lanes overlooking the rise and fall of hills that assure me there is no more beautiful place on earth.
Keep walking until you come to a T junction where you will choose right. You’re not far from the start of this story now. Somewhere, somewhere along this road lived a woman named Sara. She was well known in the nineteenth century, has been well remembered for the healing she offered to passers-by, to pilgrims like you. Her house, they say, became a shrine of thanks, covered with the crutches and sticks that people no longer needed after a visit to her waters.
Sara was a Well Keeper. A little beyond the only cottages that you will pass on this road is the small gate and plaque in her honour which leads into the evocative grove housing this sacred water.
In the twelfth century poem “The Elucidation”, an unnamed author described how all wells of this land had a Keeper who gave sustenance, spiritual support and healing to those passing by in need, an embodiment of the Sovereignty motif found commonly within old Welsh texts. The poem tells of how a king named Amangon raped one of the Well Keepers and thereafter, his men followed by raping all of the otherworldly Keepers of the land's wells.
Despite this story and a decree during 'The Age of the Saints' in 567 CE which “forbid worship at fountains”, Sara tended this well until sometime into the 1860s, when her house was burned down.
Ffynnon Sara
Park up in Derwen, just outside the central church with its Grade II listed Celtic cross in the circular graveyard and ponder on why there are no longer any oak trees in a village to which they lent their name – Derwen means oak in Welsh.
Head North and with the church now to your back, begin the ascent into pilgrimage, passing by the new Methodist church where you'll hear Welsh sung on a Sunday. Once you veer left at the top of this lane, you have left the village behind and are in the winding lanes overlooking the rise and fall of hills that assure me there is no more beautiful place on earth.
Keep walking until you come to a T junction where you will choose right. You’re not far from the start of this story now. Somewhere, somewhere along this road lived a woman named Sara. She was well known in the nineteenth century, has been well remembered for the healing she offered to passers-by, to pilgrims like you. Her house, they say, became a shrine of thanks, covered with the crutches and sticks that people no longer needed after a visit to her waters.
Sara was a Well Keeper. A little beyond the only cottages that you will pass on this road is the small gate and plaque in her honour which leads into the evocative grove housing this sacred water.
In the twelfth century poem “The Elucidation”, an unnamed author described how all wells of this land had a Keeper who gave sustenance, spiritual support and healing to those passing by in need, an embodiment of the Sovereignty motif found commonly within old Welsh texts. The poem tells of how a king named Amangon raped one of the Well Keepers and thereafter, his men followed by raping all of the otherworldly Keepers of the land's wells.
Despite this story and a decree during 'The Age of the Saints' in 567 CE which “forbid worship at fountains”, Sara tended this well until sometime into the 1860s, when her house was burned down.
Not long after passing Moel Ty Uchaf, the stone circle at Llandrillo, a very sharp left bend and a steep ascent will put you on to the B4391 where you will take leave of the Dee Valley and meet the lonely edges of the Berwyn Mountains. This is God’s own country here, complete with legendary wrath - avoid breakdowns unless you are looking for a Vision Quest. This road eventually winds its way down into the valley which shelters Llangynog.
The first clue is a vivid painted sign depicting a woman cradling a hare on the 13th century Coaching House, dated from around the same time Melangell’s church was built. Follow your nose down the lane to the right and be prepared for a lengthy, slow and bumpy ride, wreaking havoc on the hundreds of pheasants who are not accustomed to the company of cars. It’s interesting to wonder why Europe’s last remaining Shrine Church would have been built in what still remains such a remote location.
Melangell is the Christian Saint of Hares, though the motif of the hare is widely associated with pre-Christian Celtic lore and this story would certainly suggest something older than its current teller’s claim.
It is said that Melangell found herself in this part of Wales and living as a hermit after fleeing Ireland to avoid marriage. One day whilst she was out walking, she crossed paths with one of the Princes of Powys who was on horseback and giving chase to a hare, along with his hounds. This hare ran straight towards Melangell who lifted her skirt just enough off the ground to afford it protection beneath. Nothing could persuade the whimpering hounds to close in, even as the hare peered out boldly from under Melangell’s skirt. By all accounts, the Prince was so awed by this sight that he gifted the land where they stood to Melangell so that she might build a sanctuary for all those who are forced to flee danger.
With enough archetypal imagery to keep a Jungian in business, this tale begs more than one question. If you happen to visit on a day that Dafydd is working on the grounds, perhaps you will be lucky enough to hear his intriguing account of the mysteries of this extremely precious place.
St Melangell's Church
Not long after passing Moel Ty Uchaf, the stone circle at Llandrillo, a very sharp left bend and a steep ascent will put you on to the B4391 where you will take leave of the Dee Valley and meet the lonely edges of the Berwyn Mountains. This is God’s own country here, complete with legendary wrath - avoid breakdowns unless you are looking for a Vision Quest. This road eventually winds its way down into the valley which shelters Llangynog.
The first clue is a vivid painted sign depicting a woman cradling a hare on the 13th century Coaching House, dated from around the same time Melangell’s church was built. Follow your nose down the lane to the right and be prepared for a lengthy, slow and bumpy ride, wreaking havoc on the hundreds of pheasants who are not accustomed to the company of cars. It’s interesting to wonder why Europe’s last remaining Shrine Church would have been built in what still remains such a remote location.
Melangell is the Christian Saint of Hares, though the motif of the hare is widely associated with pre-Christian Celtic lore and this story would certainly suggest something older than its current teller’s claim.
It is said that Melangell found herself in this part of Wales and living as a hermit after fleeing Ireland to avoid marriage. One day whilst she was out walking, she crossed paths with one of the Princes of Powys who was on horseback and giving chase to a hare, along with his hounds. This hare ran straight towards Melangell who lifted her skirt just enough off the ground to afford it protection beneath. Nothing could persuade the whimpering hounds to close in, even as the hare peered out boldly from under Melangell’s skirt. By all accounts, the Prince was so awed by this sight that he gifted the land where they stood to Melangell so that she might build a sanctuary for all those who are forced to flee danger.
With enough archetypal imagery to keep a Jungian in business, this tale begs more than one question. If you happen to visit on a day that Dafydd is working on the grounds, perhaps you will be lucky enough to hear his intriguing account of the mysteries of this extremely precious place.
Travel West from Llangollen via the A5, the old roman road, turning left just after the town of Corwen. This winding country road will lead you to Llandrillo, a picturesque town which time seems to have forgotten. From the lane to the right of the first church looking building, you will find the path that leads you back to Bronze Age Wales. There is little that can be said for certain of the ancestors inhabiting this period from 2,500 to 800 BCE and so be prepared to step into ancient mystery.
What we do know is that Britain had become separated from mainland Europe some 4000 years prior to the start of this age, leaving a total population of around 5000. During the following centuries, sedentary farming displaced the nomadic Gatherer Hunters and Celtic culture was emerging as a significant entity throughout Europe. It is during the Bronze Age that we see the beginnings of a Celtic language, reaching as far as Wales via trade and waves of immigration from at least as early as 500 BCE.
Forty one stones mark an almost perfect circle at Moel Tŷ Uchaf (very loosely 'Highest House of the Bare Hill’ in English). It is believed to be a Ring Cairn. The word ‘cairn’ derives from Scottish Gaelic and you will see its Welsh counterpart ‘carnedd’ naming many sacred sites across the country. There appears to be a ‘cist’ in the centre of the circle, a feature associated with housing remains of the departed. It is highly likely that the site was used to observe religious, probably ritual, practices.
The views from the circle are devastating. See the Dee Valley laid out before you in all its fertile glory, looked upon by the temper of the Berwyn Mountains. What isn’t to worship here? The wind talks up in this place and rapid, constant changes of weather seem to relate the moods of the stones. There are people who have felt that they were not welcome within the circle and I myself have faced calamity on a number of occasions trying to reach the summit, forcing me to turn homeward. If you do reach this place, enter gently and with reverence. You might even think to ask for permission. To be in a place so ancient and holy is truly an honour.
Moel Tŷ Uchaf
Travel West from Llangollen via the A5, the old roman road, turning left just after the town of Corwen. This winding country road will lead you to Llandrillo, a picturesque town which time seems to have forgotten. From the lane to the right of the first church looking building, you will find the path that leads you back to Bronze Age Wales. There is little that can be said for certain of the ancestors inhabiting this period from 2,500 to 800 BCE and so be prepared to step into ancient mystery.
What we do know is that Britain had become separated from mainland Europe some 4000 years prior to the start of this age, leaving a total population of around 5000. During the following centuries, sedentary farming displaced the nomadic Gatherer Hunters and Celtic culture was emerging as a significant entity throughout Europe. It is during the Bronze Age that we see the beginnings of a Celtic language, reaching as far as Wales via trade and waves of immigration from at least as early as 500 BCE.
Forty one stones mark an almost perfect circle at Moel Tŷ Uchaf (very loosely 'Highest House of the Bare Hill’ in English). It is believed to be a Ring Cairn. The word ‘cairn’ derives from Scottish Gaelic and you will see its Welsh counterpart ‘carnedd’ naming many sacred sites across the country. There appears to be a ‘cist’ in the centre of the circle, a feature associated with housing remains of the departed. It is highly likely that the site was used to observe religious, probably ritual, practices.
The views from the circle are devastating. See the Dee Valley laid out before you in all its fertile glory, looked upon by the temper of the Berwyn Mountains. What isn’t to worship here? The wind talks up in this place and rapid, constant changes of weather seem to relate the moods of the stones. There are people who have felt that they were not welcome within the circle and I myself have faced calamity on a number of occasions trying to reach the summit, forcing me to turn homeward. If you do reach this place, enter gently and with reverence. You might even think to ask for permission. To be in a place so ancient and holy is truly an honour.
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