Fairytale naiveté and dreams.
02.21.10
Together with some of the people grouped together via Photowalk.ie, I was in Trim County Meath yesterday and was fortunate enough to have a guided tour of the castle. It was fascinating.
I’ve long been of the opinion that living in a castle without underfloor heating was probably no great sign of luxury; but the added details about smells, toilets and lice and not washing [very often/at all] have sort of rammed home the idea that any aspirations to being Eowyn in the Lord of the Rings really isn’t attractive.
Trim is a very pretty town. It was a bit weird driving to it though, turning off the M3 was like falling through the back of the wardrobe in the Lion The Witch and the Wardrobe the way the weather went from spring to winter almost instantaneously. Given the snow I had to endure on the way back, winter spread his vicious wings rather successfully.