|Chirk Castle topiary|
|Aqueduct with 19th century rail viaduct alongside|
All along the valley road the verges were splashed with daffodils - as were the castle gardens.
We ambled around the castle through the extensive woods, a medieval hunting park, past a birdwatching hide above a leafy slope where a nuthatch, its underparts somewhere between pale brown obliged by putting in a brief appearance. The castle is one of that defensive chain of border strongholds built when Edward I was battling to subdue the Welsh in the hills to the west. Captured rebel leaders were incarcerated in its dungeons.
It was built at the end of the 13th century by Roger Mortimer, who had become captain of the English army. After that a chequered period saw five of its owners executed for treason until the Myddleton family made it their home in 1595 - and stayed put for 400 years. Much later the castle was rented by the de Walden family. Lord "Tommy" de Walden was involved in the development of first world war tanks. He was a supporter of Dylan Thomas. I lingered over the guest book in the Bow drawing room, spotting the signatures of Rudyard Kipling and Hilaire Belloc. Those of King George V and Queen Mary and also there - and that of George Bernard Shaw. In a room nearby jerky black and white cine film plays, taken by and of the de Waldens and their guests, riding, skating. Pugin had a hand in some of the interior design. The gardens, with their sweeping views over the surrounding landscape, are magnificent. They stretch down to a ha-ha, a short, steep drop designed to keep animals out without breaking the line of sight. But it's perhaps the topiary that gives the sharpest insight into a world where the rich and powerful could afford armies of labour. Even today it takes six weeks to trim the sculpted yew introduced in 1873 by Richard Myddleton Biddulph. Imagine how long it must have taken back then.
And so, after strolling on the castle lawns for a while, to the The Hand, with its eponymous wooden sculpture by the front entrance. The sculpture reflects symbol, in evidence at the castle, that has given birth to several colourful myths. The truth, according to the National Trust, is that baronetcies that funded King James I's campaigns in Ireland were allowed to incorporate the "red hand of Ulster" in their arms. Though these days it has a spa, The Hand is essentially a pub with a restaurant and rooms. It sits at the feet to the Berwyn mountains, whose sometimes bitter weather imposed untold misery on King Edward's mercenaries from balmy southern Europe. The main restaurant was quiet, so we ate Welsh lamb and beef in the bar and ignored the lure of wine in favour of cask bitter. In the morning, taking a run in defiance of pittering rain under chilly grey skies, the silence was broken only by the occasional care or bus, the bleating of
sheep - and the rush of river water.
Double rooms with a full breakfast range from £95 to £135. Roast rump of lamb, with broccoli puree, broccoli crumbs & a redcurrant reduction costs £16.50. You might not have room for anything else. And they'e honest enough to tell you on the menu that they serve pies from McCardle's, and excellent butcher's in Chirk. If you're on your way home, don't miss the can ce to go shopping there.