We don't have a huge number of castles down this part of the land but what we do have is pretty spectacular. It would have been even better if the evil-minded thug by the name of Oliver Cromwell hadn't decided to destroy it purely out of spite!
I struggled up the hill next to the castle to get this shot and when I got up there I was rewarded with the heavens opening and tipping it down on me so badly I couldn't get down again as the hill was horrendously muddy and treacherous. I wasn't bothered about me but my camera was not about to endure a tumble down the side of a muddy hill! I sat it out, waited for the surface stuff to drain and then made my way down. Every part of me got covered in mud but my camera remained as clean as a ... clean camera! My wife didn't speak to me all the way home. Not because she was annoyed, she was just laughing too much! Guess which smarty pants kept saying 'I told you it was going to rain!' Hmmm!
