We walked from the cottage, around the valley, losing ourselves temporarily in the overgrown disintegration of the hyphenated red line. Crossing the brook, guarded by zealously barbed crumbling wood gate, we descended zig-zaggingly to the hermitage; an impressive Georgian ruin, and sinking into the quagmire.
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Grwyne Fechan
We walked from the cottage, around the valley, losing ourselves temporarily in the overgrown disintegration of the hyphenated red line. Crossing the brook, guarded by zealously barbed crumbling wood gate, we descended zig-zaggingly to the hermitage; an impressive Georgian ruin, and sinking into the quagmire.
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