Castle Rising

Can't remember if I mentioned that we have a friend staying with us this week - he's a friend of Son number 1 and is from Wales. He can speak Welsh too, very impressive! (I can manage yacky dar - well I can say it but not spell it - husband is fluent in Welsh but is not here to ask for correct spellings!)

Today we went to Castle Rising in Norfolk. Now I don't normally like history and old buildings, but this was different. Some of the stonework is from the 13th century and is lovely. Not too grand and ostentatious. I could just imagine all those warriors of old shooting arrows from those little arrow slits (someone enlighten me and tell me their proper name) and the servants putting logs on the fires. I'm trying not to think of all the hardships they would have had to cope with (such as not being able to go to Sainsburys when the milk ran out or even, horror of horrors, no Sunday sale over at Posh Yarn). I wish now I'd bought a guide book. Maybe next time. Drat, never thought Clara, perhaps TBG would have liked a booklet if it had any stone masonry history in.

I promised you the cake photo. Now be polite! It's what the customer wanted (Ursula from The Little Mermaid) but is most definitely not one of my favourites. The marbled icing looked so pretty before she came and sat on the cake! It wouldn't do if we were all the same now would it?

(Blogger you are seriously winding me up now, we have a mixture of single and double spaces in this post - why? Why? WHY?)