A deep snow on the ground made the
departure from home seem the more cheerless, but it had melted from the
Welsh hills before we reached them. On Tuesday, the party--which now
consisted of the Headmaster, two of the staff, and one of the Trustees
(whose services on this occasion, and many others arising out of it, we
find it easier to remember than to acknowledge as they deserve)--stayed a
night at the inland watering-place of Llandrindod, one of the suggested
sites. The bleak moors round it were uninviting enough that squally
March day. But the question of settling here was dismissed at once;
there was not sufficient house-room in the place. So next morning we
bore down upon Borth.
The first sight of the place seemed to yield us assurance of having
reached our goal. The hotel is a long oblong building with two slight
retiring wings, beyond which extends a square walled enclosure of what
was then green turf; Cambrian Terrace overlooks the enclosure at right
angles to the hotel, the whole reminding us remotely of a college
quadrangle. On entering the hotel, the eye seized on the straight roomy
corridors which traverse it, and the wide solid staircase, as features of
high strategic importance.
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