Not all who wander are lost. Join me for a walk through the gardens and woods around medieval Staverden, last refuge for the grief-stricken countess Leonora who died there from a broken heart in AD1353, after her husband Herman was murdered on his return from the crusades.
‘All that is gold does not glitter, Not all those who wander are lost; The old that is strong does not wither, Deep roots are not reached by the frost. From the ashes a fire shall be woken, A light from the shadows shall spring; Renewed shall be blade that was broken, The crownless again shall be king.‘
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