The Track Through the Woods ...

I set out seeking Arthur's Stone deep in the Coed Maenarthur. Somewhere, between the stony banks of the Ystwyth River and the heights of the Iron Age hill fort of Castell Grogwynion, was a stone or outcrop named for that ancient King of the Britons. The trail began at my own front door and yet, after only half a mile, the path led me to a world of myth and a rural idyll that seemed to be of another world. As the poet Waller explained: 'In such green palaces the first kings reign'd; Slept in their shades and angels entertain'd. With such old counsellors they did advise, And by frequenting sacred groves grew wise; Free from th' impediments of light and noise, Man thus retir'd, his noblest thou

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