Imagine my delight when on a driving tour of Wales with no particular route in mind, we stumbled upon Tintern Abbey (built between 1136 and 1536)! We picniced on a nearby mountain in the graveyard of an also ruined church, after exploring the remains of the church. Wordsworth captures the serenity and beauty of the place:
Once again
Once again
Do I behold these steep and lofty cliffs,
That on a wild secluded scene impress
Thoughts of more deep seclusion; and connect
The landscape with the quiet of the sky.
This seclusion was interrupted only by a giant aircraft that flew quickly and low through the Wye River Valley.
Would that ruins were respected and allowed to remain in America. I suppose we have too many practical prairie skills in our blood to have a place for decaying buildings (or people, we hide ours away in nursing homes).
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