I set out at 08.30 after chatting with Jamie at the Llangollen hostel, where I had slept long and deep. I crossed the bridge over the roaring river. The bridge has been extended now, but dates from the middle ages. Llangollen has always been a key crossing of the river Dee.
I have found my first harp on this journey … harpists have proved elusive so far. This huge sculpture near the Eisteddfod pavilion celebrates the musical culture of the town. …
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