The road at first was easy enough, but higher up became very steep, and somewhat appalling, being cut out of the side of the hill which shelves precipitously down towards the valley of the Dee.

Near the top of the mountain were three lofty beech-trees growing on the very verge of the precipice.

Here the road for about twenty yards is fenced on its dangerous side by a wall, parts of which are built between the stems of the trees.

Just beyond the wall a truly noble prospect presented itself to our eyes.

To the north were bold hills, their sides and skirts adorned with numerous woods and white farm-houses; a thousand feet below us was the Dee and its wondrous Pont y Cysultau.