Today I saw the castle, naked and abandoned in the rain, for the ruin it really is. In the sunshine an impregnable fortress, the entrance fee bolsters its sense of inaccessibility. Now during a torrential downpour, the car park of Fenella Beach peppered with watery explosions and rivers where no rivers should exist, the sandstone walls show the sorry results of centuries of neglect. I sat quietly, listening to the rain thundering on the roof, watching only a very occasional stray bird making its way home. The windscreen misted up. I switched on the engine and drove off.
April 13, 2012
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