The Castle that Wasn’t There
A ruin, a rebellion, and the wild things that remain
Stones remember the way we remember: fragments above ground, vast subterranean remains.
Friends,
In this week’s essay we visit a castle which is so ruined it almost isn’t there. And we visit at twilight, with the bats frantic in the fading light. Atmosphere is all!
I’ve visited the place several times in the past few weeks and to accompany the story I’v…
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