To be honest not much remains of Cardigan Castle by the Teifi transformed from wood to stone by Lord Rhys. I pass by his wooden statue and giant seat where an eagle perches, centuries ago you could hear the sounds of music and poetry performed in these grounds which seem to drift in the sultry summer air. I saunter to the Kitchen Gardens now restored to their former glory producing apples, soft fruit and vegetables with common white butterflies flickering. It is these gardens which thrill me the most, in my mind I picture many a ghost. |