I grew up in this town and spent an awful lot of time near this location. The castle is one of those things that you take for granted as just something that’s normal when you’re a child, especially growing up in Wales where there are literally tons of them all over the place. The castle is right in the centre of the town, the lake/moat surrounding it takes up a huge amount of space, as does the surrounding park, and it’s a location you just tend to walk through on your way to go shopping or to get from one side of the town to see your friends on the other.
Nikon D5200, Sigma 10-20mm EX DC, ND Grad 0.6, ISO 160, f5.6, 1/125th sec.
It was only as I got older and started visiting places other than where I’d grown up that I realised just how bizarre it was to have this huge structure stuck straight in the middle of a relatively small provincial town with a middling population. The town itself feels like it’s been inorganically grafted to the side of the castle, like a transplant that hasn’t quite worked and the body is doing its best to reject. As I was taking this photo there was very few people around, except the group of young lads drinking and fishing, and that was another thing that struck me, other than times when there is an event I don’t remember in my childhood the place ever being really busy. It’s just an everyday occurrence around here to have a giant medieval building dominate your life, the whole thing is weird in a wonderful way.