The cwrw da passed quickly about among the builders, I assure you." We returned to the road, and when we had ascended a hill, my companion told me that if I looked to the left I should see the Vale of Clwyd.
I looked and perceived an extensive valley pleasantly dotted with trees and farm-houses, and bounded on the west by a range of hills.
"It is a fine valley, sir," said my guide, "four miles wide and twenty long, and contains the richest land in all Wales.

Cheese made in that valley, sir, fetches a penny a pound more than cheese made in any other valley." "And who owns it ?" said I.
"Various are the people who own it, sir, but Sir Watkin owns the greater part." We went on, passed by a village called Craig Vychan, where we saw a number of women washing at a fountain, and by a gentle descent soon reached the Vale of Clwyd.
After walking about a mile we left the road and proceeded by a footpath across some meadows.

The meadows were green and delightful and were intersected by a beautiful stream.

Trees in abundance were growing about, some of which were oaks.

We passed by a little white chapel with a small graveyard before it, which my guide told me belonged to the Baptists, and shortly afterwards reached Ruthyn.
We went to an inn called the Crossed Foxes, where we refreshed ourselves with ale.