A Norman castle. Along the river Wye. North of Bristol.
https://www.google.com/maps/place/Chepstow+Castle,+Chepstow+NP16+5EY/@51.6233866,-3.0481152,10z/data=!4m6!3m5!1s0x4871957acb196863:0x4977642c9c6b3a11!8m2!3d51.6440453!4d-2.6751883!16s%2Fg%2F1yfdrl_rq?entry=ttu
A train ride away.
We went there with Taylor.
…and explored every tower, nook, and cranny.
The castle was huge. It was begun in the 1,000s and continuously upgraded, modified, and occupied for 600 years, until the Civil Wars of the 1600s when began its decline.
There were informational placards of course, but there was plenty of empty time and space to fill with our own imaginings of the hundreds of years that this place was bursting with life. The comings and goings, and daily routines of stocking, providing, and defending. The sights, sounds, and laughter of families. Well-worn steps up dark wet narrow winding passages, wondering which way the kids went last.
