So, my last day of dissertation research before I return to Leicester led me to Carlisle, the island of cars (not true). After a month away from the castle I returned to get some hardcore reading done.

And read I did, a whole diary, which was about 4 inches tall, and ever so ever so hard to read, it was like trying to read chinese if you couldn’t read chinese and had only ever been taught how to bake a cake.

It was tough.

But I didn’t start writing this to tell you that I’d been reading today. I sat at a very special table, it was from around the 13th century, so 800 years old or so, pretty special. But that wasn’t it either, it was part of the furniture from when Mary Queen of Scots was incarcerated at the castle in 1538 (or was it 86? or 36?) so she will have attended mass at that very table. Which I hope you will agree is pretty special.

Ok, Ok, I’ll be honest, that was a little bit boring, even for me. Tomorrow will have some pics of me in a controversial t-shirt (it has a bit of pink on it! eek!), unless I just can’t be confident enough to post myself looking like a drunk fool.