The Tower.

As I mentioned in my previous post, Elizabeth was walled up into her bedroom and served food through a small slot until she eventually died. This picture shows the “walling” of that room (you can tell that the brick looks “newer” than the brick around it), and the tower still stands like a sentinel above the small town below. Interestingly, as I crept closer to get a better look, a small bundle of bats burst from a hole in the brick overhead and zinged in tight turns around my head for a couple of seconds. I must have simply startled them, but the effect was noteworthy as adrenaline shot through my veins and I subconsciously pulled my coat collar a little closer over my neck.