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.

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.