September 1st, 2010

Wanaka tree

Dunster Castle and Dunkery Beacon

Although they have been back in Poland for more than a week now, I must continue with the photos I took while I was showing Monika and Marcin around. As I've said many times before, I love showing people around my part of the world. It often helps me put things into perspective.

With Monika having been here before I wanted to strike a balance between taking them to places that were in some way familiar whilst also introducing them to new things and new places. This day was very much like that. Dunster and its castle, on the edge of Exmoor in the far west of Somerset were new places. I've always liked Dunster as a place, as a village, and it's especially nice to go there when the tourists are thin on the ground - like not during the summer.

As I said to Monika at the time, I had a vague recollection of not liking Dunster Castle, though I didn't know why and seriously wondered if I was maligning the place and that I was actually thinking of somewhere else. It didn't take long for me to realise that I wasn't thinking of somewhere else, that I wasn't doing it an injustice and that it was, in fact, a pokey, small, uninteresting house with not much in the way of garden to redeem it. Don't get me wrong, it looks very nice, and from a distance gives the impression of being something quite grand. That is, until you've actually paid the exorbitant price to get in (though I was lucky having a National Trust membership card with me) and have gone past the point of no return. Having said that, the views from it, rather than of it, were magnificent.

Anyway, perhaps you should see for yourself.

This is the main street of the village of Dunster, seventeenth century yarn market in the foreground and castle in the background.

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