UNITED KINGDOM | Monday, 14 January 2013 | Views [259] | View Larger Image
Ghosts of the past: On a cold night in London, a young American and I decided to embark on a spontaneous roadtrip through Wales. Our aim was this- castles and countrysides. We almost drove past Kidwelly castle before we embarked in a drastic U turn and turned off into the tiny town. What we were greeted with exceeded any of our expectations. A colossal structure, the very image of medieval power and might- Kidwelly castle rose from the centre of the town. We paid the little old lady our 3 pounds, and entered across the drawbridge- the only travellers around for miles. With no source of lights, we felt our way through it's underground dungeons, and with a careless recklessness- climbed the rotting stone spiral staircases to the top of the throne room tower. Here we sat, astonished at our height and view, and watched pigeons flee from a church tower as rain approached. It is an eerie photo of an eerie moment. The feeling we experienced as we sat on the crumbling ruins was as if we had been born a thousand years older and that the castle was a possession of our very own. We were not so alone, rather surrounded by the spirits of the past.
