The bed was not nearly big enough for the two of us. Wait. I mean, the bed was big enough for Henry the 8th and all of his wives, headless or otherwise.
What is that odd wooden chair next to the bath? THE TOILET, OF COURSE. Because toilets in castles have to be extra special, you know? Also, every shower should have its own fireplace, I've decided.
Oh, you know, just a centuries-old church as viewed from the above bathroom. No biggie. We went and visited and were regaled with local stories of MURDER AND INTRIGUE by an adorable woman who lives there. I am not even kidding.
A Tudor castle? Well, no, it actually had more than two doors. HA HA HA.
Sorry. Had to.
It was rainy and misty, which felt very appropriate. Well done, England!
"Ha ha! I am in ENGLAND! At a CASTLE! Sneaking through HEDGES! And it is RAINING! I HAVE NEVER BEEN SO HAPPY."
I love that end section where the second floor has fallen apart and they just left it. ENGLAND: You do everything right.
Anne Boleyn and Henry the 8th ALSO stayed here. But they checked out before we arrived.
JUST MISSED THEM. Like, by a few centuries.
Even ruined stone walls are better in England.
Sure, Thornbury museum. A conductor's baton. We believe that. MM HMM.
Totally a wand.
And finally, if Hot Stuff and I ever have to pick a family crest, we are totally copying this:
UPSIDE-DOWN PRETZEL FTW.