Many moons ago, before children, we visited Dunster Castle. A National Trust property in Somerset. Just as a couple. The day we visited, they happened to have a visiting group of morris men. Among the group was a person wearing a horse mask. The jaws of which could slam shut making a loud noise.
Needless to say, the person decided to creep up behind me and clap those jaws together. I jumped. As you would. For some reason, my husband thinks this is funny. Every time Dunster Castle is mentioned, he brings up the story.
We have been married 18 years. He needs a new story.
Time to make new memories. Time to visit again.
The castle has a prime position on a hill. The perfect place for a castle. It does mean all paths to the gates are steep, but great for justifying a visit to the shop to buy a bag of fudge.
OK. Maybe just me.
Last Sunday, we headed to the castle.
The rooms are a mixture of show cases and interactive. The children loved seeing the rooms and asked lots of questions. Equally they loved the rooms that they could sit in the comfy chairs and read a book or play connect 4. They all had a go at arranging the cutlery at a place setting and folding napkins.
The dressing up room was fun too. I think between the three of them, they managed to try on every outfit. Covering several different eras of the castles history.
The staff were welcoming without hovering. It felt a very friendly property, with lots of people wanting to share their enthusiasm for the castle.
The crypt had an exhibition about the ghosts in the castle. The children listened to the commentary and read the display boards. They couldn’t resist the shadow play opportunity. There was lots of play acting. Working together.
There was also information about bats, with interactive displays to test your knowledge. Unsurprisingly all three of them could answer all the questions, which pleased them. They have lived with bats all their lives.
The stables were impressive too. We also visited the pet ceremony and the garden keep, which gave great views towards the sea. I envied the children’s enthusiasm to race up the steps and find different routes, while us oldies walked sedatedly around.
Finally on to the Dream garden. A garden full of every cottage garden plants you could imagine. I would have loved to have spent more time in this garden.
The flowers were beautiful.
It was a lovely afternoon. Full of history and beautiful views.
So the big question. Did I manage to usurp my husband’s story? Ha! If only. He took the journey home as an opportunity to tell it once again. I guess that is a no then. It seems I am fated to relive the story for many years to come.