New Radnor - The Medieval Castle and Town Remains

The Medieval Castle and Town Remains

The castle was described as being nearly square with massive square towers at three corners and two smaller round towers covering the town. There were still walls standing in 1840 but today only the earthworks remain. The rest of the stonework must have been utilised as a ready supply of cut stone and was depleted by the local people for their homes and farms and some became buried, emerging in digging in the 19th Century. The earthworks consist of a large mound or motte, protected to the north by a double ditch, probably built by the earl of Cornwall in 1233. Beyond this is a large bailey with the foundations of a rectangular building within it. The town is still surrounded by considerable remains of the town walls which are especially visible to the south-west. The layout of the town within the walls might suggest that New Radnor started life as a Roman town or Saxon burgh.

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