Beautiful and educational, its history spans the middle ages, covers William the Conqueror, and eventually passes to Richard Neville, the infamous Kingmaker of 15th century.
The inside is full of fun exhibits, including wax figures of Henry VIII and his wives , this dashing knight in shining armor, and it even houses the original bed of Queen Anne in her namesake bedroom.
The ramparts walk is not for everyone. The winding staircases are narrow, and even I feel a bit spun out on the descent. But what a view!
I'll admit I never gave much thought to Warwick Castle when planning my trip, but it's a pleasant half day, well-spent. It is also the most kid-friendly tourist attraction I've seen, worth a peek if you're in the area.
We have to hasten to the train station, but we arrive just in time. We board our train to London, and we wave goodbye to what we've left in Birmingham.
They say the English countryside is the heart of the UK. There are so many literary references to the English countryside, many a description by a departing nostalgic, ballads by homesick ex-pats, and they've occupied many a line the verses of melancholy poets. I watch them whoosh by on the way back to London, enjoying the untouched beauty for the last time. Everything is lush and green, grass grows in fertile fields, and alternating with farmhouses and crops. It's like a scene from a painting, almost too beautiful to be real.
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