On escape, the first thing on my mind was “Write a new Queenwilly post!” and as I was running back to the castle through the village I spotted this sign.

I had to have a brief lie down, but I assure my loyal subjects that I am now back on the battlements.

I am wearing my amazing new video goggles as I swim (sorry about the hair).

Watch for the mutant three-legged seagull in my next post.

This is the box it arrived in.

Now, sorry, but is this telling us something about US sales assistants?

“To be quite frank, I think the problem is everybody is arse-covering,” Mr Murphy said.

I have a lot of problems with the rest of the article, but bless you Mr Murphy. You made my day.

Intrigued, this morning The King and I climbed to the top battlement and looked down on the neighboring castle.

Apart from being impressed at the sheer unapologetic pardy-ness of their back verandah, we were gobsmacked to see that they had rented a huge blow-up pool.

The View from the Battlements

The Royal Handmaiden assures me that we wouldn’t be able to fit one on the carriageway for our next soirée – dang.

But now my ever-present desire for a lap pool down the side of the castle has reared its head again (quote was hideously expensive, even though I did not reveal the true horror to The King).

I am now wondering about pulling the duranta out of the middle of the royal courtyard and installing a small round plunge pool instead.

Castle Grounds

Royal plan below.

Opinions?

Complex Plan

There are so many countries I am yet to see, but I’m not complaining by a long shot.

For some reason I was ruminating on “what is the most beautiful place I have been”? It’s a hard choice.

But I think I would have to vote for a lake I went to with my sister in 2001, quite by chance, when our car took a wrong turn.

This is Bled, in Slovenia. And none of the photos can really do it justice.

PS. I don’t know what to think. I just looked at the date, after posting, and realised it was 10 years ago this week.