During our cross Wales trip, since it was close to 6:00pm before we reached our next destination and since Sam would still have a very long drive back to Salford, we decided to give up on finding the Celtic cross an head home. Yup, now we were on the other side of the Welsh mountains BUT at least the car and myself where not hanging off the sides of those mountains. Everywere along this road were dead flattened Pheasants. Live one in the fields also. We travelled through a town called Wrexham before heading out of Wales and into England again.