It was a dull December morning (but my companion and myself are no mere ‘parlour-geologists’) when we were bound for the Limestones and ‘Trap-rocks’ which lie about the valley of the Ceiriog, distant some eight or nine miles from Oswestry. After an early breakfast, we strapped on the munitions of war and looked well to the ‘commissariat’ and, determined to make the most of the short day-light, we turned our backs upon the good old town of Oswestry.