Castles leave me cold, I've decided. Most of them, anyway. Kenilworth impresses, but is all about power and money and violence and ambition.
Give me a monastic ruin anyday....
There's one on the other side of town, in the grounds of the parish church. Monasteries are about power and money and violence and ambition too- but also something else.
Here's what's left of the gatehouse...
And here's a curiosity. A romanesque doorway, snaffelled from the abbey, surrounded by Elizabethan fancy-work and installed in the parish church. This was probably done by Robert Dudley as part of an attempt to tart up the church in anticipation of a visit from the queen.
And here- just because I like it- is the churchyard path.
Curious. All these pictures are of gateways, portals.... I think it must say something about my current state of mind.
In the evening we went to see Hamlet... but I've already written about that.