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From the bottom of the first flight of steps leading down into the hollow you see a modern-looking bridge, bestriding a deep chasm or cleft to the south-east, near the top of the dingle of the Monks' River; over it lies the road to Pont Erwyd.
"There are none, sir; but there a castle once stood, and from it the place we came from had its name, and likewise the river that runs down to Pont Erwyd." "And who lived there?" said I. "I don't know, sir," said the man; "but I suppose they were grand people, or they would not have lived in a castle."
At length he mentioned Pont Erwyd, and said: "If you can but get there, you are all right, for from thence there is a very fair road to the bridge of the evil man; though I dare say if you get to Pont Erwyd and I wish you may get there you will have had enough of it and will stay there for the night, more especially as there is a good inn."
Crossing the bridge of Erwyd, we directed our course to the south- east. "What young man is that," said I, "who is following behind us?" "The young man, sir, is my son John, and the dog with him is his dog Joe." "And what may your name be, if I may take the liberty of asking?" "Greaves, sir; John Greaves from the county of Durham." "Ah! a capital county that," said I. "You like the county, sir?
"Dear me," said I, "am I near Plynlimmon?" "Not very far from it," said the young man, "and you will be nearer when you reach Pont Erwyd." "Are you a native of these parts?" said I. "I am not," he replied; "I am a native of Aberystwyth, a place on the sea-coast about a dozen miles from here." "This seems to be a cold, bleak spot," said I; "is it healthy?"
After breakfasting I paid my bill, and set out for the Devil's Bridge without seeing anything more of that remarkable personage in whom were united landlord, farmer, poet, and mighty fine gentleman the master of the house. I soon reached the bottom of the valley, where are a few houses and the bridge from which the place takes its name, Pont Erwyd signifying the bridge of Erwyd.
The house, which seemed to front the east, stood on the side of a hill, on a wide platform abutting on a deep and awful chasm, at the bottom of which chafed and foamed the Rheidol. This river enters the valley of Pont Erwyd from the north-west, then makes a variety of snake-like turns, and at last bears away to the south-east just below the inn.
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