Framlingham Castle

We saw Dad and Shirley for a trip to Framlingham Castle, a castle where in theory the castle-builders hadn't been quite so lazy, and had kept the place in pretty good trim.... from what we remembered.

We were treated to lunch at the pub beforehand, which was nice, and we proceeded to the castle feeling quite fat (speaking for myself, of course).

When we got in it wasn't quite what we remembered.... what we remembered as being a fully working kitchen with medieval atmosphere and all had been reincarnated as a clean-cut kids activities addendum to a clean-cut museum, which whilst admittedly nicely presented, was possessed of geometric perfection at odds with the rough masonry of its architectural host.

Still we climbed up on the curtain wall and walked all the way around, checking out the folly chimneys and noticing that actually the castle-builders hadn't really been on the case here either.

A little museum inside the walls expounded on the history of Framlingham the Town and contained a coffin for some reason which got Eloise prattling on about death again.