From Starý Svetlov to Maleniska and Mlčačka rocks

From the large crag below Starý Světlov, I climbed up a steep forest slope to a massive ditch and along it reached the entrance to the ruins.
 
My little eye saw her for the first time in the seventies of the last century. I was still a child who had to go to school, but at the age of fifteen I was understandably no longer a "kid". The visit to the castle was caused by two circumstances. The first was that...