Now That’s What I Call a Castle …

Everybody likes a good castle, right? Sure they do. Not very long ago, a Winterbirth reader mentioned in an e-mail that Bamburgh Castle was worth a visit should I ever be in the relevant part of the world (that being Northumberland). Sure enough, a week or so ago I was in the vicinity, and dutifully paid a visit. Glad I did, because it turns out Bamburgh is pretty much as amazingly castley as a castle can get:

A seriously spectacular place, so thanks for the tip, Graham. And the castleish pleasures of Northumberland don’t end there. Oh no. The place is stuffed with them; almost over-flowing. A couple of others encountered while wandering around were Warkworth …

… and Lindisfarne:

All inspirational fodder for your average fantasy author. Especially Lindisfarne: I was really taken with this tiny little castle (it’s more of a psuedo-fortified house really, but never mind) sitting on a steep mound overlooking vast open stretches of mudflats and sea. A little bit of imagination – mentally airbrushing out the milling tourists, mostly – and it’s easy to envisage howling raiders spilling out from their beached ships, surging up the track that spirals up the mound, beating at the gates and walls. Not sure I can fit the scene into the Godless World trilogy – I’ve pretty much used up my castle quota – but one day, in some other text, maybe …

Given how well this one worked out, future tips from readers about inspirational places to visit will be carefully noted and filed away for future reference.
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