
At Hermitage Castle This land is like the sea, these rolling hills are waves, this river valley, the calm between, that narrow road, the wake of passing. And there, riding at anchor, Hermitage Castle faces the flow. A north wind batters its walls, above the battlements, clouds are breaking.
Beautiful indeed.
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I can just hear the horse’s hooves as it canters up to the castle. Wonderful!!
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