Bodiam Castle A beautiful day out at Bodiam Castle today with Lorraine. Decided to go there as I am at a point in my skeleton's story where a bit of castle reference would come in handy. L drove (and I navigated skilfully) across winding country lanes. The castle was almost artificially perfect, like a fairytale from a distance. Spent some time wandering about in the castle, I began to become a bit obsessed with how the bright winter sunlight fell through its windows. L and I wandered about, squeezing up spiral staircases and mooching on the ramparts looking down at the greenish moat and the surrounding fields, with L falling into conversation with children as they squeezing through holes in the walls or waved plastic swords about. I was reminded of a poem I wrote after visiting Kenilworth Castle , near Warwick University where I was studying. The poem recorded the fantastically profound observation that castles, built to last, fall down - and was published in Other Poetry about 2...