Marcia Lieberman Photography

It took over an hour to find the right track. I kept driving back and forth passing a small muddy road closed with a hand tied gate. The track was so narrow the car slipped from side to side. I saw the house named Drwsgobaith (door of hope). The stone was nowhere to be seen. I parked with the intention of walking farther on. Then just out of the corner of my eye, I saw Maen Dewi… It was almost as thought it was playing a joke on me.