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the ledge of Crib Goch, and you'll find it on 

 the very crest of Mynydd.' I will not assert 

 that I fully understood him in every word, 

 but that was certainly the gist of his direc- 

 tions, eked out by a good deal of gesture and 

 pantomime ; and, at any rate, here I am at 

 last, stretched out at full length under the 

 shadow of the great monoliths and looking 

 across the bay, whitened by the foam of Sarn 

 Badrig, to the long clear-cut blue range of 

 the Carnarvonshire mountains. The sky is 

 cloudless and the horizon very free from 

 mist, so that I am well rewarded for my 

 pains ; for I can see the whole peninsula 

 from Snowdon on to Braich-y-Pwll rising and 

 sinking in hill or lowland, and at the very 

 end of all, Bardsey, the Isle of Bards, stands 

 square and solid against the sky-line, with a 

 solitary ship under full sail showing in the 

 very centre of the sound, and the Irish Sea 

 stretching away to southward, distinct and 

 blue as far as the eye can reach. 



The cromlech itself is a fine specimen of 



