As most of you know by now, Richard and I went back up to England for a month between January and February. Most of the time we were visiting Richard's friends and family (I hadn't seen most of them in around two years!), but we did make the effort to go out and explore bits of the country that were close to us while we were there.
Mid-way through our trip, Richard's parents and we went down to Warwick Castle for the day.
I don't know about you, but I love castles. I'm not much of a history buff, though it's hard to disagree that there's something ridiculously impressive about these things. People built them! In a time when there weren't any bulldozers, cranes or gigantic cement mixers! Also, they're always beautiful, even if in ruins surrounded by wilderness.
Warwick Castle was no exception, either. I'm pretty happy we went in the middle of winter, too, as it wasn't overcrowded and was easy to capture photos of the serene, majestic vibe of the place. And of the weather - it rained pretty much every day we were there in England, except this day. How lucky were we?!
For lunch (as we forgot the picnic basket at home, derp), we stopped at the little café/carvery within the castle. Naturally, I wasn't going to have just anything - ho-no, if I was going to eat in a medieval English castle, I was going to have scones. With jam and clotted cream.
It's so odd looking back at these photos as I don't think I can comprehend exactly how cold I was that day compared to sitting in my study right now at a comfortable 24ºC. Those earmuffs were constantly attached to my head those four weeks, if I'm totally honest. If there's one thing I do miss, though, it's the perpetual green of the English countryside. Sigh of bliss.