A favourite monolith and one of the first I came across as a ‘stone-illiterate’ walking Fan Nedd and Fan Llia during the mid-Nineties. Remember them?
Completely dominates the valley, guiding travellers along the nearby ancient track – later bastardised by the Romans to become Sarn Helen – and perhaps serving as a place to stop and offer up a few, er, offerings......
Daubed in graffiti by mindless fools several years back, a few Welsh Winters – not to mention Summers (!) – have made light work of that. Maen Llia will still be guarding its mountain pass when they are long gone and forgotten.