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Kevin from Southampton writes: My own recollections of Gwrych are many. In summary: It was during that hot summer of 75 that I first became enchanted by Gwrych. it was an impressionable teenager that got recruited to the Knights of Gwrych that year, to perform jousts and fights for visitors in the grounds of the Castle. I suppose, looking back now, there was a kind of romance to the place which somehow got into your blood and left you smitten by its grace and elegance. The main entrance was wood-panelled, warm and rich, its stain glassed windows and gothic arches envied an almost religious feel, like you were entering somewhere hallowed. At the end of the hail, set back around the corner one found the famous marble staircase, descending up towards a church-like stained glass window.
Returning back to Gwrych in 2003 for the first time in almost 28 years, I stood amongst the rubble that once was that magnificent marble stairway and shook with horror and disbelieve at what I was seeing. I saw Mark Baker a few days after that, and he asked me if I had seen the stairway, and I lied and said no, that it had seen only a back stairway that I had somehow forgotten about so difficult was it to come to terms with the present ruinous condition of a once majestic building. I felt angry and could not understand how anyone could have allowed Gwrych to deteriorate so badly, I remember those days of that long hot summer of 75 at Gwrych, and the good and the greatness of its domain that allowed me to fall in love with a building.
Good luck with everything you do for Gwrych. I know that, like myself, you people also care greatly about its welfare.
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