Castle ruins

As you know I was on holiday back home in England recently. The ruins of Bramber Castle are situated near my sister’s house. Not content with photographing the watchtower, I fell in love with the rest of the ruins too.

900 years ago, men toiled carrying heavy stones. Using muscle power, they somehow built a castle on a hill.

The watchtower was given thick walls as a defence. Its lonely eyes surveyed the countryside.

Sturdy walls overlooked golden fields with hay-filled dominoes standing sentry.

Some of the perimeter walls still stand, perfect for time travellers with imagination.

After hundreds of years, the castle was abandoned, the good stones all taken and it just fell into ruin.

Only the 24-metre tall (that’s 75 feet) watchtower remains intact. To me, it looks as if it is a stone face that is screaming.

Fanciful perhaps. But in the 1200s, the baron who owned this castle did not want to obey cruel King John.

So the King took his four children hostage, carted them off to Windsor Castle and let them starve to death.

Legend says that the four children return to their home at Bramber Castle every Christmas and their pitiful cries, begging for food, can be heard…

… if you listen carefully.

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