They emerged at the top of the crumbing ruin known as the Norman Keep, at the heart of the Cardiff Castle grounds. From here they could look out across the bustling Capital city of Wales ... as the Castle stood at the absolute centre of it ... which was already in the throes of morning life. Green and orange buses swept along the roads of Kingsway and Castle Street, shuttling coffee-laden commuters and shoppers into the busy city centre. The sun was low overhead, peaking through a silvery cloud-deck, and it speckled the battlements and the pretty clock tower and caused the scores of international flags hoisted from the ramparts to flap and flutter in a light breeze.