He stood at the t junction, it has taken him 20minutes to leave the cover of the forest and follow the dirt track. It had wound its way over the hillside and became more a tarmacadam road than a track. The land was walled up as he passed the line of track and road, yet the rusty five bar gate lay slumped on the right hand like a drunk tramp.
The path he was on finally ended at this T junction. But which way to go left or right?
Niether direction looked appealing, as he starred towards his right he could see the road bend and wave up a hill and over the brow to well whatever was there.
Left was a flatter past with woods on either side about 3 miles away, then road dipped down and was gone.
About 6 yards on the right of the left side of the road was a gap in the wall and a long wooden post with a broken sign.
“Left!”
“Yes I will go left.”
Well if in doubt go left was his old boss’ motto.
Reaching the style and broken post, he scanned the vegetation, buried in the deep bramble bush was a broken plank of wood.
Pulling it carefully out he saw the lets carved into it.
Inas draig
Aled was stunned, he looked at the words then at the piece of wood still attached to the post. There was a D clearly on view……