A Beach Cottage On Tour in England Part IV…The Castle
Mon 17th, May, 2010
Good moaning, hope you are all well!
Would you like to come on a magical tour with me of an old moated castle right in the heart of some of the best countryside?
Yep? Well good as I thought I would share with you in Part IV of my trip to the Old Country, an enchanting eye-candy filled visit to a lovely old castle, reputedly the loveliest castle in the world.
This, my friends, is what Blighty does best and is filled with memories for me…days when the BC kiddos were little…days without tight schedules, school, activities or timetables…days when we would come down here to explore whatever the weather held…those English days before we found The Lucky Country, where we only dreamt of sun and living by the sea.
We would pack up the car with supplies…a picnic, wet weather clothing, a bat and ball…and spend the whole day rambling around this beautiful old castle tucked away in the depths of the Garden of England.
It was, and is, the perfect way to while away a day.
As we strolled again the colours were breathtaking and yet again from behind the lens of the camera I am seeing old things, very much, in a beautiful new light.
And for sure when on a journey to discover beauty, here, I was not disappointed.
The day was, as is normal when one goes out on a day trip in Britain, bumbled around in a hearty mix of different weather, moving through what felt like a few seasons in one day…when we first arrived it was warm and the sun tinged us as we strolled along the meandering pathways, glimpsing at various turns the magic that can only be the castle.
The filtered light casting a magic British Spring-like deep wash of velvety green to everything.
It seems at every turn there was some little piece of old England, a forgotten wall here, old path there…
Even the big old trees and meandering water, eluding to the whisper of history of days gone by…
It felt to me that everything was calling me and offering Britain working at its best…
The paths and walkways lead you all the way down to the castle itself, and that first glance as one turns the corner of course takes one off to another place…one where Henry might walk past with one of his wives…
But what fascinates me most about the story of this old wonder is the Anglo-American who captured by its aura beautified this place up to its eyeballs…one Olive Wilson Filmer fell under the spell of this magic castle in the 20′s, swiftly bought it and used it as her working home
Before we walked around here I had completely forgotten that many years ago, when Mr BC and I were first together, before the little crew joined us we spent a memorable romantic night not far from this stream here.
We turned up on a balmy summer’s afternoon, laden with picnic rugs, champagne, baskets choc full of strawberries and cream and made our way down to the castle with some friends…the backdrop to the evening the breathtaking views, our entertainment the Royal Philharmonic Orchestra..a perfect way to spend a long late evening in the English summer…
There really is not much, I feel, that can match the glories of an old English castle, whether the sun is out for not and it seems with Mr Teenage BC having inherited my love for history, I will be able to fulfill my insatiable appetite for all things of this nature further and may just have to partake in a few more adventures overseas of this sort…all of course in the name of education…
I do hope you enjoyed our meander?
There’s more to come of all the best that Old Blighty has to offer.
I will see you girls soon.
p.s. thanks for all the comments on the other England Tour posts…sorry I am not getting back to many of you at the mo’
and in other news, my new website is getting close…can’t wait…
oh and to those who asked me about vinegar!
real vinegar is not really ‘real’ just that in Aus it seems vinegar and chips are a rare combo