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Shelter in the storm


The walls of the town march round, no longer a defence but a viewing platform. The streets of the place are quiet today. I perch on my vantage point. People scurrying from cars to shops, huddled against the biting wind. Rain is heading in, sweeping across the bay. The bulk of the castle shields me from the worst of the weather. A shelter in the storm.

conwy castle


Author: iggandfriends

Taking time out to ponder life and everything else. This is the space where I press the pause button on my busy life to reconnect with God, to re-energize, and focus on my creativity. Time out to blow bubbles, walk on the beach, write some stuff, do some needlework, and generally enjoy life once again. You can view my main blog at www.iggandfriends.wordpress.com. I also have another blog at www,faithinthehome.wordpress.com, and a arty/crafty one at http://52weeksofcreations.wordpress.com/. I hope you enjoy visiting :)

6 thoughts on “Shelter in the storm

  1. What a dark coincidence. Looking at the castle I am reminded of the long-term effects of humanity’s works. Sometimes they show strength; longevity — who knows, maybe even wisdom and devotion to the common good — as may be the case here. Some times, as is the case with my friend’s backyard, those actions reveal a certain madness: http://pairodox.wordpress.com/2013/02/13/moria/

    • Scary.. wonder how close the gas works are getting? The castle and town walls have a dark side too. Now it’s an important part of the tourist industry here, without which this area would probably not survive. But it still stands for some as a symbol of the suppression of the Welsh by the English, a constant reminder of the fact that we no longer rule our own country. And while most of the time, what is, is, and there is acceptance, there is still a scar that is occasionally torn open. One can’t live here for long without experiencing some of that tension.

  2. The Lord is our Rock, our shelter may He keep you warm and safe when you will vulnerable

  3. Your post reminds me of a castle I stayed in once upon a time in Scotland (1974) – and this was summertime. All I could think of, from the comfort of my feather bed, was how bitterly cold these places get in winter. I cannot imagine having lived in one in centuries past, but then again, perhaps I did! 😉

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