“Isn’t it strange that the sun always shines when we come here,” …

said my friend’s son as we parked ourselves on the rolling green lawns of Kenilworth castle.

“Well, Alex, it’s not quite like that. We’ve actually tried to visit several times lately, but we only come here when the sun is shining.”

Too late, he was gone.

Kenilworth castle is one of my favourite locations locally. There is something about that place, whether it is the unusually peaceful history of a medieval castle, or the dramatic ochre colour sandstone set among weeping willows against a baby blue sky, it doesn’t matter, I just absolutely love it there.

The gift shop has a great hold over our children, too. They stock a vast array of wooden swords, spears and daggers etc. The boys love nothing more than stocking up on weaponry and heading off into the bowels of the castle – or ‘the hole’ as they like to call it.

It brings out the medieval soldiers in our 11 year olds, and in this age of video games and technology, there really is nothing like seeing your son drawing a wooden sword from his belt-loop and heading off with his friends into battle.

More pictures on my flickr.

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One thought on ““Isn’t it strange that the sun always shines when we come here,” …

  1. Diane says:

    Isn’t it wonderful that he thinks that the sun shines on the castle rather than you visit the castle if the sun shines, that to me is just such a lovely example of the wonder of children. You are absolutely correct about the joy of watching them play using their imagination rather than a screen and those horrible little animations.

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