It is Wednesday

This is no ordinary place. It is not somebody's patio. It is indeed Dolforwyn Castle near Newtown. Today it's quiet and nature is repairing the damage to the fabric and the souls that lived and died here.

The history is told in another place

It was the inspiration of Welsh endeavour that got my brushes going and the contemplation of how things could have been different. This was no yes-no vote; the process was bloody and the ballot paper was the shields and the ink, the blood of Llywellyn's followers.

And yes, very different today as I sketched alone looking across the River Severn towards Montgomery Castle, with only the ravens to break the silence.