Her feet instinctively led the way to her favourite part of the castle, up a short flight of steps to a little turret with an arched wooden door. It creaked as it opened and on entering the small round room, she sat down on the wooden bench that snugly hugged the walls. Her hand brushed the rough stonework, a familiar hello this place and her shared. The wind blew through the narrow window opening and her eyes met its silent greeting, welling up at the mixed emotions felt there.


Joseph Mallord William Turner, 'Dartmouth Castle, on the River Dart, engraved