Scotland is my favourite place in the UK. I have loved every time I have been there and the love doesn't look to be diminishing either. So this time I spent some days on a cottage facing the lake (not really a place to be spending alone really) but nonetheless no complaints.
The place I stayed turned out to be a fishing village and since it was self catering I had to go out looking for some food stuffs in the next village around 3 to 4 miles from this one. When I was driving there I saw a ruined castle towards my left left all alone in the middle of a lake, its waters seemed to have been painted in red with the reflection of an evening sun.
The next day I insisted we visit the castle and spend some time there. I am not sure what I saw in it, but something made me want to go back and we did. Spent around an hour out there and I was just spellbound by looking at it. I was raving about it in spite of my friends teasing me whats so special in this one. I think I now know why I liked it so much, the sight of it bursting with pride even though it was not exactly in perfect shape.
This is what I wrote sleeping on the grass, facing the Kilchurn castle with a cool breeze brushing my body and a lovely thought embracing my mind.
A ruined castle surrounded by water,
All it's pomp and splendour in tatters,
Yet it stands with it's battered wall,
Attracting the eyes of one and all,
Waiting on the banks for a loved one ?
Bearing the pain that has befallen,
A resolve that seems cannot be broken,
In spite of all that time has taken,
Standing the test of time it towers above,
A story of wait and hope, for a thing called love.
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