Another day, another dozen old buildings. A lot of them were called “castles”, some “towers” and then there were the ancient manor houses, though anything newer than 15th century was right out. This struck me as strange since most of the restoration jobs made these places about as authentic as Disneyland.
OK, I’ll admit, my sense of romance had worn a little thin after the first dozen. As I entered, my first thought went to lack of indoor plumbing and how cold and damp they must have been. Brrr.
And let’s face it, it wasn’t just the castles. I had lost the romance over pretty much everything in life.
Life. It had become a bore and a challenge.
No. Romance was something for children.Continue reading