After a brilliant day of sun yesterday, it’s raining again today (there was hail late last night) so I decided to stay indoors. Need to blog, anyway.
I’ve got a new “office” today. A cosy living room with a fire lit!
Piers is a marvellous firestarter. He put his hand into the brazier and, phooomph came the fire. Something like that.
Cute Basil in his bed.
Piers the firestarter is also an evil-witch-in-training. He is trying to fatten me up with loads of carbohydrates so I can be ready to go into the oven, say, in a week’s time.
You should see what he picked up at the supermarket. Bagels, crumpets, hot cross buns and crusty white bread. All for one meal.
It’s quite terrifying being his guest.
Okay, I will try and burn as many calories as possible by writing a long post. Yes, you can burn calories blogging, I’m sure. I’ll try not to get fat so fast so I won’t have to see the inside of on oven before going home to Singapore.
I shall talk about yesterday.
Yes, we went castle hopping! Well, okay there were only two castles but the views were so gorgeous I kept thinking I wanted to have a picnic everywhere I went, even though the wind was really strong and cold.
But it was also nice and sunny, so it was a happy, beautiful day.
I’ll start with the ferry.
From Sandbanks, Poole, you can take a short ferry ride to the other side of the mainland where Corfe Castle is.
It’s a car ferry!
It’s only a 10-minute ride. If you drive around the land, it will take 45 minutes.
We got out the car and went up the top deck to admire the view.
The view was OMG.
Look at the cute cotton candy clouds! I wish the ferry ride had been 45 minutes!
My hair is perpetually messy the whole day cos the wind is perpetually whipping my hair into a frenzy.
Anyway, once the ferry got to the other side, we drove off into the wilderness.
First destination was Corfe Castle but we made a few stops along the way. You can just about stop anywhere and it would be so beautiful.
All these sights and we haven’t even reached the castle yet!
The village of Corfe Castle, which you will drive through to get the castle, is a cute, picturesque village with pretty houses with little doors.
Okay, the castle.
It’s actually just a collection of crumbly stone now. It was built in the 11th Century by William the Conqueror, then destroyed in 1646 during the English Civil War by anti-royals.
I like visiting ruins a lot more than restored castles or palaces because there’s so much more soul and history in ruins.
Wow, I hardly know where to start. I have so many pictures.
The castle lies on top a hill. We took about 10 minutes to walk up to it from the carpark at the bottom. On the way, we saw some robins and sheep.
Um, I don’t know if they’re sheep. They look kinda like sheep, I think, and they grazed on the steep hill all around.
Finally, the top.
Please do not judge me by this retarded pose. A middle-aged English lady took this picture for us and she snapped while I was trying to flick my hair out of my face via body contortions. Something like that. I never intended to stay in this dodgy supermodel pose.
Not in those drab rags I was wearing, anyway!
Okay, castle ruins!
And the sheep! Or whatever animal they were.
They were grazing out in the open so I thought I could walk up to them to cuddle them, but they would bolt whenever you got about four or five metres from them. Sad.
Okay, now, more pictures of the ruins.
It’s so so so beautiful up there, I totally wanted to have a picnic there but Piers said I was mad and that nobody ever has picnics during winter.
Wow, that’s loads of pictures for one blog!
I still have pictures of one more castle and a beautiful cove but I guess I’ll save those for next time.
I guess I’m kinda glad that today is rainy and grey because, as much as I love visiting all the fantastic sights in England, I think my heart can’t take so much beauty and excitement consecutively.
London again tomorrow. More sights! And Les Misérables, yay!