Tue 21st Mar: Skipton Castle
Cato:
Hello aunties. I have to blog this, cos Tara didn't like the castle. She says that Dad kept wandering off, up stairs and stuff and leaving her with me and Mum, and she was all squeaky and whiney.
So I get to blog
We had a nice short car journey, which was nice. You can have too much of cars, can't you? Even when you have your own crate and bed.
And then a bit of a walk. Very sniffy. Old places are lovely and sniffy.
This is just inside the gatehouse. Gatehouse is a techy term. Like my Hunting terms. It means a house with a gate in it. Only this one wasn't a house. It just had gate people living in it. Anyway, the gatehouse isn't in the pic, cos Mum stood under the gatehouse arch to take the pic. Those steps go into the castle.
The guard lady in the gatehouse said 'the dogs can go anywhere except the cafe and the shop. And Mum didn't believe her and had to ask twice. Cos we aren't usually allowed into castles. but this time we were. But Mum still told us we had to behave. And not widdle on things. And not bark. And not trip people up. And not something else that I have forgotten. There were a lot of nots. And Dad had to listen too.
The castle is the big bit. with window things and bulgy walls.
Mum says you need the boring word pics, because then I don't have to tell you all about it. I think that is a very good idea. The red dotty bit is up the steps and in the next pic.
So we came through here,
and this is the courtyard in the middle. I don't know why they builded the wall around the tree. I had to widdle on the wall, when I wanted to widdle on the tree. Mum didn't see me. Dad did. But he said we needn't tell Mum, cos what she doesn't know won't hurt her.
There, I peed on the corner.
This is a coat of arms. Mum says.
and then we went through all the doors and round all the bits. They were sniffy.
This is a window
and this is an arrow slit. I went and sniffed it. Mum said 'goodness, they must have been short bowmen!'
Mum wishes she had a floor like this. I would like that too.
Mum says that this is a stove. for cooking. with a fire underneath.
and this is an old range. sorry about the blurry pics. Mum says that it goes like this when the flash is trying to work. She doesn't like the flash cos it flattens the battery. I don't know what she is talking about so I just look at her until she stops explaining.
another stove.
curing stuff. I hope you know what curing stuff is, cos I don't.
There are lots of towers, aren't there? Dad left us and went up every single one. Tara didn't like that.
This was big. There was a whole class of school kids in one corner. We didn't spend long in here, cos as soon as we arrived, all the little girls when 'Ooooh! Aren't they cute!' about me and Tara, and Mum said we shouldn't disturb them.
Dad could walk into the fireplace!!!
This is the pic out the window. Tara wanted to see, so Mum picked her up and held her out the window. I didn't want to see, cos I don't like heights.
There was another class of school kids in here. More 'ooohh!'s and 'aaahhhhh!'s
Mum sat on this ledge thing, while Dad went up to the third floor. Tara whined.
That is the guardhouse what I told you about before.
And these are our footprints. There are mine and Tara's and Mum's and Dads. As you can see, it had started to rain again.
Dad set off to wee, and we stayed taking pics. The white windows are the cafe and shop, but we couldn't go in there.
This is the castle church. it is old and not used. we could go in here too.
Mum says that this is where they used to b*th the human pups. poor things!
We were a bit tired by now, so Dad said we could go and find a burger pub for lunch! Yay!
On the way out, we saw there was more castle what we hadn't seen. But there were signs saying that it was 'private' and still lived in! Mum would love to live in a castle.
That is Tara, heading off for her burger in the pub.
But Mum and me stopped to read this. Cos it is interesting. I still got some burger though.
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