Village
The village of Pentre Halkyn is fairly small featuring a shop, a post office, football and cricket grounds and a play area. It has one main road running through the middle that comes off the A55 and leads down to the town of Holywell. Pentre Halkyn also has a hotel down by the A55 called the Springfield Hotel. One of the many sights is quarry trucks going to the quarries situated on Halkyn Mountain. It is a very picturesque village that sits on the side of a very steep incline. Views of North East Wales and Merseyside are clearly visible from the village, and on a clear day even Blackpool Tower can be seen. Local folk-lore speaks of a monster that haunts this village called "Sassy" by the villagers. It is described as a long haired woolly beast, that steals sheep from the mountainside and feasts on them within its cave. Its is a beautiful village and worth a visit.
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