Description

The sleep of early December was in the eyes of the morning, in the naked beauty of the trees leaning over the stream besides the military-like men's wash-room at Cynwyd YH. The clouds plodded steadily on a south easterly course, without a trace of sun, but set fair against rain. The prospect of a dry day for our Berwyn crossing was something to be thankful for. A rough lane climbs above the stream with glimpses into the ravine through the trees.