This is for those of you who like a dark knight or a knight in the dark. I don’t know about you but I find it increasingly difficult to sleep in the light in the day. Mind you, I cannot sleep in the dark of night if I see this dark knight in my dreams.
Doesn’t he look wonderful? You’ll find him lurking at the foot of the stairs in the west tower of the Keep of Caerphilly Castle. He’s not very tall, about my height, however he’s a lot fitter than me. God, I don’t half ache sometimes (and it’s not always because of ‘er indoors).
I’ve just started book 4 with a working title of Riverton. Hopefully I’ll finish it by June (if ‘er indoors finds someone else to take her touring the aisles in Asda).
Here’s a view of the leaning tower of Caerphilly Castle
I just had to show you this picture. It is, of course, Caerphilly Castle. Looking through the second gateway into the courtyard you have the Great Hall on the left, the well on the right and, ahead of you, the Keep. If I ever win the euromillions lottery I might consider paying to renovate the Keep. (Well, there’s no harm in dreaming!)
A little mirth c/o http://www.welshjokes.com/jokes/welshlogic/1.shtml
Canvasser for Liberal Party: “Will you support the Liberals this time?”
Welsh Mathematician: “No that is impossible. In the past the Liberal Party occupied a position between the left wing of the Conservative Party and the right wing of the Labour Party.
Then the left wing of the Conservative Party moved further left and the right wing of the Labour Party moved further right, so the Liberal Party was squeezed out until ultimately it had to perform the difficult task of inserting itself between two coincident points.
Since the Conservatives went on moving left and the Labour Party went on moving right the Liberals now occupy what is mathematically an imaginary point in space. How can I vote for an imaginary party?
(Of course, at the next general election this will prove so true!)
I’ve just added a new page to my blog – Caerphilly Castle. To give you a taste of what it looks like I’ve inserted several photos of the scenes which took my breath away. This monument is sited in the middle of the town of Caerphilly, or should I say the town grew around it. Whatever, it is only fifteen miles from where I live and, unlike the tower at Pisa, this castle’s leaning tower was not meant to survive when the castle was neglected during the three centuries prior to the Civil War of 1642. Some say the castle was finally destroyed in that war but nobody can state for definite whether the royalists or the parliamentarians were responsible.
On a lighter note, in a previous post I showed you the garrison’s communal toilet. I hope it brought a smile to your face as it did mine.
Again, on a lighter note, let me conclude with this c/o http://www.welshjokes.com/jokes/aboutwales/2.shtml
Some names from Wales:
(i) The man with only two teeth left and those in the front of his mouth – Dai central eating.
(ii) Cardiff strip club owner – Aaron the G string.
(iii) The village gossip you can never get rid of: Mrs. Jones thestaymaker.
(iv) After H.G. Wells discovered that Oliver Cromwell’s real name was Williams and that his ancestors came from Margam, he always referred to the great man as “Williams-the-conqueror”.
(v) The local chiropodist – Williams the corn-curer.
(vi) A Welsh physicist – Dai-atomic.
(vii) A reckless risk-taker – Huw ap Hazard.
Any errors are mine!
Here’s the second castle I visited last week (I haven’t been anywhere this week the weather’s been atrocious.) It is an Elizabethan Mansion originally built in the sixteenth century but on the site of an earlier Norman castle. The Earls of Plymouth spent a lot of time here before they donated it to the people of Wales in the 1940s. It now forms the centre of the Museum of Welsh Life at St Fagans just on the outskirts of Cardiff. It is a magical place with original historic buildings from all centuries and donated by people from all over Wales. You can see an example of the grounds on the page above. I will show you a real castle next week.