As the grey  and misty fog lay above the delopadated castle you could see how gloomy and dreadful it realy was; twisting and turning  to get to the sky this is the cobbled turret. The smell is like blood and murder. You  can feel the ghosts of all the people  Macbeth has murdered; chilling the air and getting revenge. 

The crumbling stone bridge is waiting for the rushing stream to come dashing down to give the river life once more. The bridge is as old as the queen. It  smells of sewage and rotten fish. Can you imange the poor fish dying because of no water this is what happens in front of the castle. This castle belongs to Macbeth who once roamed this land.