Castle Rising.

Our Norfolk adventure took us through the small village of Castle Rising, just a few miles short of Hunstanton. Castle by name, but without venturing onto the beaten track you'd never know this place is there.

Aside from the road sign. That says Castle. Yea, that.

We left behind the overcast sky of Wells Next The Sea and hit the coastal road for Castle Rising. Not wanting our holiday to end, it felt like a cool way to spend part of our journey home.

One thing our adventures lead to, rustic, interesting, eclectic places. Buildings that ask you to get the cameras out and capture them. So that's what we did.

Built in the 12th century. It's a monolith. Originally part fortification, part hunting lodge and with connections to the likes of Henry VIII there is a lot of history to take in. Much of the detail remains, despite what 900 years of weather has thrown at it.

There are interesting details throughout the hollow chambers and rooms. Central to the building, the great hall has left a huge void, it's floor and roof both missing.

Whilst I wondered outside taking in the scale of the place, Kirst found some small carvings that remained intact.

We left wishing the weather had been kinder to us. But, with Doris running low on supplies for us, we knew home had to be our next stop sooner or later. We drove down the castles narrow drive and back onto the main road home. I checked the rear view mirror. No, you really can't tell this place is there. Apart from the sign, that says Castle. 

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