The Phantom Riders of Goodrich Castle

The bones of Goodrich Castle rise from the Herefordshire cliffs like the crown of a long-dead monarch, its crumbling towers and weathered walls standing as silent witnesses to centuries of war, love, and loss. Beneath its broken battlements, the River Wye coils through the valley, dark and eternal, cradling secrets the earth has long tried to forget. The villagers say the past never rests here, and when the fog creeps low and the moon bathes the ruins in silver, you might hear them, the phantom hoof beats upon water, the soft echo of a woman’s voice carried on the wind, and the timeless tale of two souls forever bound to the river’s cold embrace.