About a mile further on the path winded down a descent, at the bottom of which I saw a brook and a number of cottages beyond it.
I passed over the brook by means of a long slab laid across, and reached the cottages.

I was now as I supposed in Pentre y Dwr, and a pentre y dwr most truly it looked, for those Welsh words signify in English the village of the water, and the brook here ran through the village, in every room of which its pretty murmuring sound must have been audible.

I looked about me in the hope of seeing somebody of whom I could ask a question or two, but seeing no one, I turned to the south intending to regain Llangollen by the way of the monastery.

Coming to a cottage I saw a woman, to all appearance very old, standing by the door, and asked her in Welsh where I was.
"In Pentre Dwr," said she.

"This house, and those yonder," pointing to the cottages past which I had come, "are Pentre y Dwr.