My fist visit to this location, a old jail with the first buildings have been erected around the
mid 17th century. The whole place made you feel ill at ease, partly due to the scene aroun
you, cell after cell seemingly into the heavens, yet below in the dankly lit rooms, the sense of
foreboding, agony and despair.
The condemned cell was most poignment for me, seeing the ghostly visage of a priest
dressed in his fine vestments and adorned in a rounded hat with a wide rim, as he stood
there washing his hands in a shinny silver bowl; shivers went through me, what of the
poor soul waiting to be escorted to the hangmans noose......
For a full report visit www.aura-artz.co.uk
Thursday, 28 January 2010
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