Of baths and castles..

Before writing this, I must have spent the last 30 minutes adding boiling water to the bath using a kettle because our boiler is broken. Nickie quite looking forward to a bath even if she kept going on about how long it would take etc, I decided to give my best effort in order to give her the chance to enjoy a cool rather than freezing cold bath. About 10 1.5liter kettles later and not much difference in temperature, Nickie did her best to show her appreciation.

But really, I hope we can repair the bloody thing by tomorrow..

Now if you’re wondering where I got the costume, it was at Bodelwyddan Castle!

Went there with a few good looking people, myself included of course, and enjoyed an alright tour of the place. Personally, I find it a bit disappointing that they decide to give people audio guides rather than having actually people to interact with. After two rooms of listening to this annoying thing talking in my ear as I was walking around like a pillock looking upwards as the voice of my “200 year old guide” was going on for what seemed forever, I decided it was more entertaining to watch other people walk around, this big red thing stuck to their heads, occasionally giggling either due to the commentary or the fact that they probably thought that everyone else looked a bit silly. I would much rather talk to someone with extensive knowledge of the place, a bit like I did when I went on a tour at 221b Baker Street or the Warwick Castle. Fair enough, not all guides are as interested in their subject, but the few that are make it most interesting.

Then we went around an ugly and unkept garden, went into this weird hut called a “Bird Hide". The name did make sense as not a bird could be seen around. Though apparently, it’s for you to hide in, giving you a better chance to observe the creatures, so they say.

We also went into a Butterfly Glade. There were no butterflies of course. Why else would they call it that? (sic)

The most amusing part of the castle visit, after the fact that I was offered to eat a tasteless baked potato with a spoon, was that we played a giant game of chess. Not feeling like thinking too hard, I decided to play the part of, alternatively, a bishop and a rook. (Is that how they call the tower/castle thing?) My-sister-in-law is obviously a horse, the hands being the hooves her as she is prancing on her hind legs. Bit like the Ferrari logo. see it now?

We then left for what Nickie and I love best: wandering around the shops!
A good day on the whole. Hopefully tomorrow will be even better!