After the long journey yesterday our car needs a day off today. We start for a walk directly from the Cottage. Just below the old church of Llangybi there is a spring, St. Cybis Well, a lot of pilgrims went to a long time ago. It is a really idyllic little place. There are only ruins left nowadays though the water is supposed to still taste very sweet – if you can believe the nice Australian lady in the main house of Mur Crusto who currently takes care of the farm together with her husband because our actual landlords are on a trecking tour through Scotland. The little creek does not seem very trustworthy to us, we prefer not to try.
It is a comfortable walk of about 20 minutes from Gwyndy to the well. We spontaneously decide to climb up the unremarkable narrow path behind the ruins on to the hill for a good view over the whole valley. Boy, this path is really steep, and more than muddy. But it leads to an enchanting clearing, abundantly covered with fresh grass, a tree trunk lies across the track. You can still see the remains of very old buildings, the clearing seems to have been inhabited centuries ago.
The adjacent meadow offers marvellous views. But as we already came so far uphill and with the experience of Mynydd Carningli we also managed to climb to the very top of course now we want to go all the way up. By no stretch of imagination you are able to spot a real path, we just follow the breakthroughs in the next higher stone wall and the vaguely showing double trace of a quad with which a farmer obviously raced up some time ago.
On the top of the hill you can still see the remains of a prehistoric settlement. Now we also have the total view all around, Southward to the sea and the Welsh coast, to the West and the peninsula and some small islands, to the North and the East to the mountains of Snowdonia.
As we return to the cottage they started to shear the sheep. We are allowed to watch everything from close and to pester the nice gentlemen with our questions. It does not really look as smooth and easy as in the show in Rotorua, but in any case more sudatory. One of the shearers is indeed a seasonal worker from New Zealand. One poor sheep has got bloody patches, maybe the trainee was at work here.