The Wyrm and the Wyrd: Harlech
by Steve Tanham
Originally posted on The Silent Eye:
Leaving Portmeirion and its mysteries behind, we drove across the estuary to Harlech in search of lunch. Stuart and I had parked beneath the Norman castle that morning when we were in search of breakfast. The imposing bulk of the walls, towering high upon the castle mound, still makes a powerful statement today. I was glad we had…
Sun in Gemini 