This is Martello Tower, I loved this place as a kid...the dark, narrow, damp smelling staircase, the sleep bunker with holes for rifles to shoot from and the view from the look-out area on top.....I LOVED this place.
Of course, as all childhood things, age lessened the effect...yet still, seeing it in this picture, I long for those moments again. Moments when my Father was himself and not a husk, moments when I looked up in awe, not down in question....
Life is nothing if not change and, at least for a few years yet, I still have my memories to both console and harass me.
Martello Tower, while not the greatest of places on earth, will always be an integral realm in my heart.
http://www.saintjohn.nbcc.nb.ca/Heritage/Fortress/MartelloTower.htm
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