Pendennis Castle
Fortifications on the south coast.
We were trying to waste some time before dinner, and ended up here. After Tintagel, we were wary of the cost of English heritage, but this turned out to be well worthwhile. Tintagel should learn something from it - this is what we expect for our money.
The outer guard house? Or a fancy garage. Whatever.
It hovered nicely against the bright sky, so we could not see what it was, but thanks to the miracle of brightness and contrast, the markings make it easier to identify. According to the book, it is a rough-legged buzzard, but that makes it the wrong side of the country. Perhaps a honey buzzard, but that puts it in the wrong county. Well, if you care, you can work it out for yourself. In any case, it is probably a common buzzard, and the diagrams in my book do not show the colour patterns well enough - this would be a bird I see all the time to the point of almost boredom, though rarely with a book in my hand where I can question my normal recognition.
Castle entrance.
The main Pendennis castle, inside the outer wall.
Big guns. The castle is home to a great many of them, most of which are not roped off.
A naval helicopter - not a part of the castle itself, but it hung around for ages, so I pointed the camera at it.
Falmouth beach. There are not a huge number of beaches in Cornwall considering its size. In my opinion, that is a good thing, but hey, there is one here if you are in need.
A well balanced cannon.
The inner castle.
Little Dennis.
St. Anthony Head.
St. Mawes castle, on the far side of the estuary.
The inner fort of the castle.
It is the role of the children to reposition the cannon during an attack.
A square peg in a round hole.
Inner castle room.
Gretal looking in the oven.
Recreation in the inner castle.
Barracks, a lot newer then the rest of the castle.
A tunnel to the battery.
A very inviting target.
With silver bells, and cockle shells, and cannon all in a row.
Rifling.
Dinner at last, in the Norwegian Inn. They did not understand me when I tried to order in Norwegian (although that may just be my pathetic vocabulary), they did not accept my Norwegian money, and there was no reindeer or lutefisk on the menu. In fact, the only Norwegian thing was the name.
The outer guard house? Or a fancy garage. Whatever.
It hovered nicely against the bright sky, so we could not see what it was, but thanks to the miracle of brightness and contrast, the markings make it easier to identify. According to the book, it is a rough-legged buzzard, but that makes it the wrong side of the country. Perhaps a honey buzzard, but that puts it in the wrong county. Well, if you care, you can work it out for yourself. In any case, it is probably a common buzzard, and the diagrams in my book do not show the colour patterns well enough - this would be a bird I see all the time to the point of almost boredom, though rarely with a book in my hand where I can question my normal recognition.
Castle entrance.
The main Pendennis castle, inside the outer wall.
Big guns. The castle is home to a great many of them, most of which are not roped off.
A naval helicopter - not a part of the castle itself, but it hung around for ages, so I pointed the camera at it.
Falmouth beach. There are not a huge number of beaches in Cornwall considering its size. In my opinion, that is a good thing, but hey, there is one here if you are in need.
A well balanced cannon.
The inner castle.
Little Dennis.
St. Anthony Head.
St. Mawes castle, on the far side of the estuary.
The inner fort of the castle.
It is the role of the children to reposition the cannon during an attack.
A square peg in a round hole.
Inner castle room.
Gretal looking in the oven.
Recreation in the inner castle.
Barracks, a lot newer then the rest of the castle.
A tunnel to the battery.
A very inviting target.
With silver bells, and cockle shells, and cannon all in a row.
Rifling.
Dinner at last, in the Norwegian Inn. They did not understand me when I tried to order in Norwegian (although that may just be my pathetic vocabulary), they did not accept my Norwegian money, and there was no reindeer or lutefisk on the menu. In fact, the only Norwegian thing was the name.