So you think you are strong do you?
When hunger calls...
Strength is the capacity to break a chocolate bar into four pieces with your bare hands - and then eat just one of the pieces
~Judith Viorst~
I think it's inhuman, 'never' I say 'never' will I succome to such diabolical behavior, torture at it's purist form.
I have to say that this place was fantastic, I have never felt so sad while walking around this place....It really is upsetting to see such a beautiful place in such a sad state!
I have spent quite a few hours here and hope to see something one day!
The castle, now a romantic ruin, is reputed to be one of the most haunted in the British Isles. It has numerous legends associated with it, and although now only a shell of its former glory, it retains an air of its troubled history.
History
The lands around the present castle were originally bestowed upon Ralph de Pomeroy by William the Conqueror, as reward for his loyalty and support during the Norman invasion, and the subsequent battle of Hastings (1066ad). The Norman structure, still seen in the gatehouse of the present ruin, dates from the end of the 13th Century, when Henry de Pomeroy (the 9th generation of Pomeroy's) started the construction of the castle. The structure had been completed by Henry's death in 1305.
The castle remained in Pomeroy hands until the late 1540's, when the castle was bought or acquired by other means by the influential Sir Edward Seymour. Edward was the Lord Protector, and the brother of Jane Seymour, third wife to Henry VIII. Edward commissioned the building of a mansion house within the confines of the Norman castle, creating the resultant mixture of architecture seen today.
Edward Seymour made a lot of enemies as Lord Protector, and he was ousted by the Earl of Warwick and imprisoned in the Tower of London in October 1549. With 29 charges against him he was sentenced to death and executed on January 22nd 1552.
Somehow the castle remained in Seymour hands, and continued to be occupied by them up until 1688, when it was abandoned as an abode. There is some evidence that a proportion of the rooms remained inhabitable up until the reign of George the IV, and the castle has remained in guardianship of the Seymours, currently the 19th Earl of Somerset. In 1977 English Heritage took over the maintenance of the castle, and have continued to carry out restorations to the present day.
Ghosts and Legends
The castle has been the scene of numerous ghostly sightings and strange phenomena. The most enduring ghosts seem to be the terrifying apparitions of a White Lady and a Blue Lady. The White Lady haunts the dark dungeons, and rises from St Margaret's Tower to the castle ramparts, where she has been seen beckoning to witnesses (as recently as 1987). According to the legend she is the spirit of Margaret Pomeroy, who was imprisoned in the dungeons by her sister Eleanor. Eleanor was jealous of both her beauty and her affections for the man she had designs upon. Margaret slowly starved in the dungeons, a long drawn out and painful death. Whether she is the source of the feeling of unease and horror some people experience at the castle is unknown.
The Blue Lady is not confined to specific areas of the castle and is supposed to lure people into parts of the ruin. Traditionally she is seen as the ghost of the daughter of one of the Norman Lords of the castle. She was raped by her father, who then strangled the resulting child in one of the upper rooms.
In other tales it is she who strangles the child, haunting the castle in anguish. When seen, her face is said to portray this suffering. She is regarded as a death portent to members of the Seymour family.
Sir Walter Farquar (Dr Farquar) is said to have seen the spirit while he was attending to the wife of one of the Stewards in the 19th Century. She died soon afterwards although she seemed to be making a full recovery.
Another popular tradition relates to the heroic fate of two brothers (Pomeroys), who were besieged at the castle at some point in its history. To save face from a long drawn out defeat, they dressed in full armour, mounted their horses, and rode off the top of the castle ramparts and precipice below. The area was known thereafter as the Pomeroy's leap, and is associated with anomalous noises such as screams and dull thuds. This story may have origins in a real life event, although the occurrence does not appear in written history.
The castle has been the scene of many other ghostly sightings and phenomena. Strange lights have been witnessed, voices have been heard, and there have been reported cold spots and freak winds, although the latter is always possible in an open ruin. Other apparitions reported include a lady in a grey dress, the ubiquitous Cavalier, and strange shadows with no earthly presence to cast them.
Whatever the nature of the occurrences I have no doubt that strange events will continue to be experienced at the castle, and it is well worth the effort of making a trip to see the romantic ruin.
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I forgot I had these photos, I think I took them last year..Grraaa, I can't see the date....I will have to look in my files...these I found floating around in a file all by them selves...I don't know why I am also in love with this building...Woodchester Mansion is better though lol
Nice bit of camera work and to think those bricks are older than most european countries!
Awesome hun! Thanks for sharing :D
What a wonderful, imformative post...thanks for sharing the info!
A lot of sad ghosts there, who are still pretty pissed off, no doubt!
Now, I want to go there to see if I can hear the Pomeroy 'thud'.
So wonderful to read, I am a sucker for history. I think you should submit this into member articles hun.
I posted the letter today, turned and started to walk back up the road when I heard the bang!
I had heard this sound many times before...some one had hit a car...as I got closer I could see this car in front of mine pulling away from the parking space and out onto the road....Wait, the bang was my car...he hit MY CAR....
I saw nothing heard nothing and ran towards the car in pure rage. As I banged on the roof of the other car, I saw how terrified the driver was. The little shit thought he had got away with it!
I asked him what the hell he was doing and he told me he was moving the car to park it on the other side of the road...Yeah right!
I said to him why would you move it from a parking space only to have to park it on the kerb on the other side!
Breath I kept saying to myself....breath and think happy thoughts...I don't know how the hell I didn't punch the fibbing toe rag...he had two mates in the car with him who also got out...I wanted to eat all three of them. They attempted to look tough, however when they saw my rage and unstable control of it, the two got back in the car again!
I looked at the front of my car and inside I leaped in joy as I couldn't see much damage....the front grill was pushed in and the headlight bracket was busted!
We exchanged details and I thought how lucky I was.....A moment of madness can change a life forever!
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CASH ... ask for cash before details ... when will you learn!! lol
You did great to hold your anger back, well done!
Yep...you did well.
Lol, dam, Yeah I should of asked for cash lol...
For the rest of the day I felt out of sorts. I don't like to lose my temper. I did go a little over the top...just a little lol
You have much more control over yourself that I do- I have gotten VERY attached to my car if some little jerk hit it and then tried to flee I think I would have been arrested for verbal battery.
HAHAHA you must of scared the living shit out of him........ glad your car is ok, but damn that is funny.
So I'm strumming away with her again, no amp attatched this time because I really need to practice!
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Awww look at you both
you make a lovely couple ;)
Hmmmm, well you look the part I'll give you that lol
Part of what? ; )
rock star! woo!
GUITAR SOLO!
Erm...I'll get back to ya on that hon lmao
The children have been put to bed...help...who is going to put me to bed?
“Don't have beer on an empty stomach”she said, bloody old nag I thought...well now that I'm holding on to the table and key board for dear life as it appears I have thrown a whitey....
I may need to go to the bog rather quickly.
The morale oif this story I ask?
Don't drink on a 98% full moon while not eating proper food....oh dear, then there's the flatulence...a three week old dead body would smell better....Jeeze, I may bottle this and smell it tommorow.
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Fancy a fry up?!! lol
I would play nurse for you anytime ;)
Reading this is making my berry torte do wierd things in my stomach now...thanks.
No, the moral of that story is...you shoulda listened to her lol
Bad boy, bad boy...what ya gana to do, what ya gana to do, when they come for you!
Simple, give some one elses name and address....
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NocturnalMistress
12:19 Aug 29 2009
Can I have some of your chocolates?
:)
heh
xAXEWOMANx
12:43 Aug 29 2009
No
i am not strong when it comes to chocolate!
well if you saw my waistline you would know
i am all woman and the next one too lol
Theban
13:15 Aug 29 2009
I ate them : 0
PandorasBx
14:35 Aug 29 2009
And you didn't share :(