I am going to give you pictures of flowers, which I took in warmer and less hail-filled times. The first three were taken near my house, and the last two are on the castle grounds at Nottingham. Only it turns out what they call The Castle isn't actually a castle, but is a Victorian-era building built on the site where all the original castles stood before they got burned down and knocked over and quarried and stuff. But that's neither here nor there. Only it would have been nice if some people could have had a better sense of responsibility to their cultural heritage, that's all, or at least to the witty and attractive library students who might one day choose to visit.
King of Swamp Castle: When I first came here, this was all swamp. Everyone said I was daft to build a castle on a swamp, but I built in all the same, just to show them. It sank into the swamp. So I built a second one. That sank into the swamp. So I built a third. That burned down, fell over, then sank into the swamp. But the fourth one stayed up. And that's what you're going to get, Lad, the strongest castle in all of England.
Some people's children . . .
Anyway, hope you enjoy the flowers! I'm off to eat a curry and possibly do some homework.
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