Last week we went up to the Yorkshire Sculpture Park for an outdoor playdate with the bloke's sister and the cousins. As with every trip to Leeds, we had prepared ourselves for a frigid trudge through the rain and wolfing down sandwiches in whatever poor shelter we could find under some trees. We were pleasantly surprised to have both sunshine and warmth, and ended up going for a 6 mile walk up into the surrounding forest.

IMG_4421

As it was our first lengthy car journey for some months, I decided it was time to introduce Keiki and Humuhumu to Cabin Pressure. We listened to the first two episodes on the way up. They were instant fans. Keiki relates to Caroline, and Humuhumu to Douglas. If this is the model for their future sibling relations, I expect to be very entertained over the next few years.

Keiki: "If anyone is Sir, *I* am Sir!"
Humuhumu, drily: "Pass the tomato sauce, oh Sir of Sirs."

Many photos )

The interior of the castle gatehouse was as imposing as the exterior, with very high ceilings and carefully chosen furnishings in the two rooms that took up the bulk of the building's footprint. The other rooms (tiny kitchen, tiny toilet and one very narrow bathroom with a tub) were added on by the Landmark Trust. The bathrooms could only be accessed via the intimidating Spiral Staircase of Reckoning, which gave one pause in the evenings when pouring the next glass of wine.

Spiral staircase
I keep talking about the staircase, so here it is. My dSLR is shoved up against the central pillar and the camera body is lying on one of the steps. The ceiling (which is the top of that round structure on the battlements you can see in the previous post) is about three metres from the camera lens.

+9 )

One of the privileges of staying in the castle's gatehouse was having access to the neighbouring banqueting hall. Its exterior was restored and made weather- (and trespasser-)tight but the interior has been cleared out and left roughly as it might have looked in the days it was in use, except without furniture.

Banqueting hall interior
Interior of the banqueting hall, where it's surprisingly easy to imagine a long table creaking under the weight of 400 roasted swans.

+6 )
As I have alluded to in the past few posts, we spent the Easter holidays in a Landmark Trust castle in Yorkshire. Staying in an LT property has become our traditional way to celebrate the bloke's birthday, which is in February. We opted not to celebrate in February this year, given that his birthday (a) did not fall over the half-term break and (b) involved him flying home from Kuala Lumpur on the day. We also figured out that the three-night stays were consistently feeling too short to relax properly, so we went for five nights.

The first installment of the photos shows the exterior of the castle. Castle Cawood has existed in various forms since the early 12th century. The gatehouse portion was constructed by Archbishop Kemp. The castle was ordered destroyed in the 17th century by some grumpy Roundheads.

IMG_5807
Castle gatehouse (stone) with our car parked in front of it, and abandoned banqueting hall (brick). Access to the weathertight (but not habitable) banqueting hall was possible although you had to find the keys first.

+9 )
Our time at the castle has been spent in archetypal bank holiday weekend weather. It took us five hours to complete an allegedly three hour journey in driving rain on the way here. It has been freezing cold, continuously drizzly and the ground has been sodden since the hour we arrived.

Somehow we have contrived to have a lovely time. We have been alternately reading, drawing/colouring and playing games with the cousins according to age & predilection. We've been for a swim at the cousins’ swanky gym (not quite Centre Parcs but still rather good), and to a National Trust property for a nearly solitary Easter Egg hunt in freezing drizzle. I've finished three books and part of two more, which is very nearly my usual quarterly total. (I used to read a lot more in the days B.C.)

Now to curl up for a final laze in front of the blazing fire. Back home tomorrow, where I will catch up on comments and DW/LJ lists. ♥
Leeds & Liverpool canal
View from the canal barge party boat heading into the final lock on the Leeds & Liverpool canal.

I survived the 40th birthday party last night, mostly by dint of drinking lime and sodas all evening. The highlight of the party was the three-hour canal barge trip down the Leeds & Liverpool canal via several massive locks. It was a delightful venue and an interesting journey. We had a grand time visiting with all the bloke's old uni mates. I snuck off into a cab at 11:30 PM and was therefore nice and fresh for child care this morning.

Home now. Tired and happy.
.