Kilravock Castle, The Highlands and Beyond
By Teresa Eubanks Butler
Antiquated stone walls guarded the entrance to the castle beckoning my presence, enticing me to enter. Upon passing through its gates, I was captured, carried to a different space of time. The winding path with age old trees, sheltering, as they drew me closer to the fortress. Blocking my further view stood an ancient willow stretching forth its strong, massive arms, reaching for me. I stood there lost in time, engulfed within its presence...as it whispered its centuries old tales into my ear. Slowly the tree-lined path ended and opened to a large expansive courtyard as Kilravock Castle was presented to me.
Heavy wooden doors welcomed me to its past as I graciously accepted the invitation. Its scarred walls would unlatch chronicles and legends that have yet to be told. At that moment in time, I knew I had been chosen to tell its stories and secrets.
From the letter writings of Butler Carriage House...
Ocean Voyage, 1846.