Eve was on her way anyway. off to see whatever was over that way just past the ruined 'castle' we visited. To be honest, I was expecting a bit of battling, clashing of swords, splashing of hot oil off the battlements and the like. And all there were was a pile of old stones.
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If stones could talk, what tales they would have to tell...
‘…splashing of hot oil on the battlements…’? Hardly the place for a massage parlour, surely 😁
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