And don’t miss.
Lawrance, maybe? Him being in Scotland at the moment, playing golf?
Well, it certainly enables me to spend a day exploring Warwick.
I find a yarn shop, and manage to get half the yarn I need.
I also manage to get a hair cut, and once again I look totally different.
And I manage to get a ticket for the castle as a senior. So it’s £15 instead of something like £22.50. I still think it’s expensive, for the short time I might be in.
But to my surprise I will spend 3.5 hours in the castle.
It’s huge, and when one blocks out the horrible music (George Friedrich Händel?), all the people, and all the shops selling wooden swords, foam maces and princess gowns, there is still a lot to see and read. The water powered electric system, the real old dungeon (not the expensive one with the 50 minute show), lots of paintings, armour, weapons, and some pretty interiors.
So what is it I don’t have anymore? A free standing dinner table?
Well, I never had one like this.
Afternoons full of gossip with pals in my boudoir?
Mmm, never had a room like this either. Or the dress. Or the hair style.
A house with a view over the water?
Wrong. I do have a house with a view over the water. The house is a bit smaller than Warwick Castle, and is called a boat.
So it is indeed Lawrance?
No, it isn’t. The right answer is: STEPS.
I decide to climb the curtain wall of the castle. They warn you that the corridors are small, and dark, and that you have to climb 530 steps. It’s a one-way system, so once you’re in, you have to proceed.
After the first 40 odd steps on the dark spiral staircase I realize: this will be very hard.
I hardly ever walk steps, nowadays. And I’ve already walked to the castle (one mile from the boat), had numerous steps climbing the Mound, went through basically all the rooms in the castle. I still have to visit St Mary’s church, and walk back to the boat (another mile).
In the end I just make it back to the boat. My thighs are aching, my feet want freedom.
But I should have know. I even predicted it… (http://wea-ry-tired.co.uk/up-and-down-the-stairs-20000-times-a-day-every-day/)
P.S. I must have something with signs. Was it a warning, printed on paper, on top of a (probably) blazing stove in the Black Country Living Museum, today it is a sign on a bed.
The ones with a dirty mind like me will know why…