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  • 24 December 2003

    The sleek dark blue Mercedez Benz, came to a silent stop just outside the Nottingham Castle. Breathless I sat half numb, trying to believe what was in sight. Nottingham Castle walls solid historical magical mystical fortlike along side the cobbled street was clearly visible.'come,'a voice startled me to reality.I stepped out of the car on the cobbled street, walking slowly I felt like immersing each step deep in my memorable experiences, I was walking not on the historical cobbled street but on the pages of history.Not a soul in sight, silence engulfed the environment as we, my friend and I walked along the wall...presently the statue of Robin Hood came in view'speechless I stared...for a while...'can we go inside the castle?' 'well, yes, this way'...soon we entered a muddy cave like small opening...set with small circular tables and small chairs -it was a cafe, people were present, young girls and boys, sharing laughing smiling drinking, I was conscious of light laughter, tinkling of glasses and some colorful lights , it was Christmas Eve...I wondered what Christmas would be like in the days of Robin Hood?

    Outside the cafe the cold was biting.I tightened the black long coat and spent a few moments admiring the brave leader of the Forest.A strange Christmas eve yet one of the best I ever had.Next was the beautiful 'Ye Olde Inn ' moment to love of literature and history combined to present an unforgettable time , moving on the ground where so many soldiers, musketeers, poets, knights, may be maidens, squires lords and ladies had once passed...the year 2003 was a different age-the rest was all bound in words in the books , the people all gone , the stillness was frightening...'let's go home'

    on this rare amazing trip one cannot forget the City Centre.

    Merry Christmas ' the lights said, 'a lovely treat a dream come true.The Almighty made it possible for me to see what I used to read in story books' Miracles happen and will keep happening. 'Silent Night Holy Night'

    'Joy to the World'...for me this was a miracle'
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