Castle

It's been one of those rather surreal days - you know the ones where you set off to do something and then somehow find yourself doing something entirely different... Spontaneously...

Drove up to a tiny little town called Coleford, via the bridge into the foreign country called Wales and back out the other side northwards, for a festival of transport.

Freezing cold wind prevented us from actually being impressed by the cars, so we ended up in a rather surreal Turkish cafe having a full English breakfast for lunch.

So, the day wasn't really turning into the anticipated adventure until, on the drive back home through Chepstow I screamed "Castle".

Poor hubby nearly took out the MR2 on a sharp right hand turn but he didn't even question me - he just went along with my demand to visit the castle in bracing winds...

Right up to the point where we found out just how much it would cost to get into the blooming castle - NINE POUNDS :(

So I took a photo of the castle from the outside and then we headed into the FREE museum - which was really rather a bizarre twist to our road trip.

My only other comment of the day is that being sat in an old MR2, for any length of time, is the equivalent of someone repeatedly kicking you in the kidneys...