I found a path which I took it quickly brought me to a lane. I followed this to the left got into the road, and soon arrive at the Boars Head Inn, on the road to Mold. The sky is partly cloudy, with an occasional light breeze. It is quiet enough for me to hear a dove, an owl, and many other birds, including robins, singing in the surrounding oak trees. I feel very good, but it s chilly when a cloud covers the sun.
Some walls are smooth and straight-formed, while others are crude, like piles ofrubble.
It appears that some parts of the walls were built from stones taken from the ruins of other parts. The whole structure sits on a verywell-built, tapered foundation. I can see below me a portion of wall displaying an eight-foot section of beautifully made quoins of uniform brown stone. Graffiti and litter do not detract from the peaceful effect of the place. Patches of lichen on the walls give it an ancient feeling.