“Am I welcome to see it?”
“Croesaw! gwr boneddig, croesaw! many, many welcomes to you, gentleman!”
“Do many people come to see the monastery?”
Farmer.—Yes! many gentlefolk come to see it in the summer time.
Myself.—It is a poor place now.
Farmer.—Very poor, I wonder any gentlefolks come to look at it.
Myself.—It was a wonderful place once; you merely see the ruins of it now. It was pulled down at the Reformation.
Farmer.—Why was it pulled down then?
Myself.—Because it was a house of idolatry to which people used to resort by hundreds to worship images. Had you lived at that time you would have seen people down on their knees before stocks and stones, worshipping them, kissing them and repeating pennillion to them.
Farmer.—What fools! How thankful I am that I live in wiser days. If such things were going on in the old Monachlog it was high time to pull it down.