There are remnants of days gone by all over the countryside here. I pass them on the way to work, on the school run, to shops, and when walking in the nearby park and beaches as well as visiting other parts of the country. For my son, they have always been a part of his environment and fade into the background. For me, growing up in a place where a building was old if it was from the 1920s, they are a constant curiosity.
There are great stories of battles and families and the conflicts of past eras associated with all of them. Some are accessible and can be walked through without fanfare, others are museums with helpful docents and others are isolated, protected by bogs, bulls and fences with large “Enter at your own Risk” signs.
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