No. in Party 4 + 2 Dogs
Visited April 2000
There is only really one thing to say about this place – that is one mother of a fireplace - and boy does it need it. We spent most of the week making trips to the log man and the rest of the time in front of the fire. There seems to be some distortion of the laws of physics in the great hall, as no matter how hard you try, how high you stack the logs, how often you chuck another sack-load on the fire, the temperature never rises by more than about 2 degrees. Still how often do you get chance to burn a whole tree in seven days? And you can always warm up in the car on the way for the next load.
Did the obvious and had a banquet, only four so a bit patchy round the enormous refectory table.
Probably the most pompous log book entry ever penned, worth the price alone and its discovery is surely a rite of passage in anyone’s Landmarking experience.
Not good for walking dogs locally, barbed wire across openings, blocked footpaths etc. Further afield tackled Moel Y Moel, somewhere in the Berwyn Hills (I think). Attracted the attention of a farmer on a quad bike who, instead of the usual options of (i) jesticulate in a generally get off my land manner or (ii) ignore your existence while still managing to glower at your presence, chose to talk about the woes of Everton FC. - quite refreshing!
Cynwyd is the home of Ifor Williams of “Trailer Supplied By” fame - the unofficial King of Cynwyd. Nearby Corwen has enough shops to get by.