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Mt. St. Michael, Cornwall, England, continued
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| Pretty foreboding, it is. | Definitely a fortified castle. |
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| Once inside the castle walls, it's a maze of courtyards and buildings. | Wow. It's a long ways down! |
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| Smile! Someone's taking your picture. | This is not as near to the sea as it looks. It's still a long ways down from the walkway below the tower. |
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You can see the elaborate mount-top gardens of the castle from the fortifications above.
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Medieval, what? |
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| Though we were not allowed to take photos inside the keep, Craig did get a peek when Amy was on her way out. | I start on the long trek down to the village. |
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| Misty rain joined us for lunch. So did the kitty. We didn't feed her, but she remained hopeful for the full time we were eating. | The lane to the harbor from the village. The white building is a gift shop. There were also a take-away and a full restaurant in the village. |
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| The causeway is covered. How do folk get off the island? | They, and we, took a boat taxi back to the mainland. |
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| The English know how to live in their climate! Nikki produced welcome flasks of hot tea when we got back to the car. | Yes, it had got this chilly! In July! |
