I spent pretty much every holiday of my childhood in the same caravan site, just outside Llangollen in North Wales. The site surrounds an ancient abbey, dating back to 1201. I visited this abbey so many times in my childhood that I can picture every stone. Oh, and I fell in the pond once too.
So here's bits of my story, accompanied by images of the abbey. Images are all from www.llangollen.com
|"The keythong led them past the
well, around the outside of the abbey, and past an old ruined bathroom.
"So what about you, Kid? Any dreams about keythongs you want to share?"
"Not keythongs, no," said Aaron, "but I do dream of..."
Aaron's voice trailed off as he saw what was in front of him. The keythong had stopped by a small pond, on the side of which was what appeared to be a large green statue of a winged monster, barely visible through a thick, smokey fog."
More information about the abbey, including more pictures, can be found at their website.