nunoncastors

Long ago, in a time of Myths and/or Legends, I went to the Sealife Centre at Birmingham with three trusted companions to investigate reports that fish are awesome and octopi slightly unsettling. Later, we ate our own bodyweights in cod and chips; delicious was not the word.*

Sadly, because of the nature of our quest, people were left out, left behind and… uh, not invited. This wasn’t as a result of some subconscious desire to exclude people, rather the inevitable chaos involved in any activity organised by Ian, Stephen and myself. This, however, was simply not good enough for my peers and certain among them insisted on even greater revelries to atone for dual sins of forgetfulness and having fun without them.

Fair enough really.

So, at Lindsay’s behest, we tootled down to Warwick for the day and besieged the castle. There’s a proud history of castle sieges attached to our group, Shrewsbury, Riber, Edinburgh, they’ve all fallen by our hand. Granted, no one really expects a group of usually sensible people to clamber over fences, wander down paths through thick undergrowth and ford streams just to see what’s there, but there you go, four castles, four-nil.

Warwick itself was no exception; the defences were easily overcome by the combined might of our wallets and two-for-one vouchers, the fools! They may as well have left the gates open. I laugh at them, ha-ha!

Quite besides that, the castle is a bit rubbish to wander ’round, it’s like a theme castle and therefore disappointing to anyone interested in, say, history. Still, the jousting was fun and Shakespeare’s house is just down the road.

Gallery: Warwick and Stratford

*Apparently, it’s Grease.