Saturday, October 20, 2007

Tretower Court and Castle


An early Norman stone tower and a medieval/tudor fortified manor in a broad, fertile valley. A fat land as they would say, first of the Welsh lands to fall to Norman hands. The Welsh clung to the mountains and fought hard, but four hundred years later all hope for a free Wales died with Glyndwr.

It is hard to find that sorrow in Tretower. It is calm and rich. Broad timbers and plastered walls speak of wealth and the undefendable windows of safety and peace. The garden was thick with bright fruit, apples and rose hips



and the highlight of the day for my girls were the chickens scratching happily where they fancied.


The highlight of the day for myself and Anne, my sister were the re-enactors wandering as busily and happily as the chickens.
We were standing by the boundary wall chatting and just in the corner of our eye we saw a figure in dagged hood and cloak walk past us in the distance, like a ghost or a memory of the old house.

The day did in fact include a picnic and a short walk and knot gardens and soaking up the autumn sunshine in happy company. An grand day out indeed.

4 comments:

Patois42 said...

I honestly don't know why I torment myself with visiting your blog. I am always so jealous of the beauty which surrounds you.

Sian said...

Ah, Patois, that is a lovely thing to say. Wales has her scars and pockmarks too, but the good far outweighs the bad.

Ms_T said...

Oohhh what a good day out you all had, just as perfect as if you had gone to ffald y Brenin.

Lorraine said...

What an amazing place Sian- Wales is very historic and romantic.