Ghosts

Every time I go to Newark which is on the River Trent in Nottinghamshire, I am aware of the voices of the past. This is the place where The Parliamentarians chased down their King & the rest is history. Somehow this bloodshed, and the turn of a Kingdom, settles on this place in a veil of secrets and it's weight rests upon my shoulders. And I love it, though in truth it bothers me slightly too.