The most beautiful, golden summer August day sent us exploring the castle ruins, a party of three this time as we had the pleasant company of Oscar's great-grandmama! Built in the 12th century, it was once home to tudor barons and rumoured to have housed the grandfather of Catherine Parr (last wife to King Henry VIII), or perhaps Catherine herself! (sadly much of an urban legend). It is now home to friendly spiders alike and little plants have embedded themselves in the great stone walls. Ancient, lost places are my favourite to visit because so much of the original structure still remains, even though nobody lives there. I would have been so delighted to lounge here all day taking pictures, it was so nice enjoying warm weather on an Oscar outing!
Looking down from a real Rapunzel tower 'pon the path below! Even the room itself was cylinder shaped and made room in my imagination for all sorts of fairytales. The stone structures are steeped in history and continue to deny mortality, unlike the people who trod these lands before; they are landmarks that have stood the test of time. There is something of those people still in the ruins - you can see the foundations of what was an old spiral staircase and where there is a doorway, it is so small that one must bow their head to pass through. The remains of such a structure can reveal so much about the people who lived their lives here.
I love that once a place has been left, all sorts of ferns and bracken can move in and make it their own. T'is a sort of peaceful haven become over the centuries, where all sorts of nature can roam and take over and thrive, tucked away from the noise and heat and rush of the towns. Have you travelled anywhere this week?