Yay For Postcards!

So, up we climbed to the castle. Well, first we had to cross to the island it's on. We walked across a causeway on a reef to get there. Luckily, it was low tide, because it was obvious that causeway wouldn't be there at high tide, and if we were on the other side we'd be stranded at the abbey with cannibalistic monks.

After we arrived on the 'island' was when we started to climb.

Again.

This trip seems to involve an inordinate amount of stairs and climbing. But hey, tis exercise!

The walk up the pilgrim steps and up the rest was pretty. There was a Giant's Well, where if you open it you can still see the Giant's wife's eye. Which we didn't test because I didn't read about that until after we left. Apparently, she's under the island.

o.O

Anyways, the view form the top where the castle itself is was cool. GOing inside, it quite franklu sucked. Everything was fake and display-like. I guess there's a family that still lives there (minus the servants and prestige of ye old days), although they share it with the National Trust (who seems to own every historical site). I took pictures and was severely chastised by a tourist "guard".

One of the only places of note in the castle-thing was the church, which despite my shields had me almost in tears after barely 5 minutes. But there was power there (obviously). There was one statue of St Michael slaying a demon that hit me, though whether good, bad, sad, or just the Christian-ness of it all, I don't know.

Barf on the fake-ness of the mount. The energy of the ley line had been sucked out by the updated tourist-yness of it. No longer a great abbey of power and energy, now just a tourist amusement park without the rollercoasters.

So true.

Also, a random spot or two where there was uber energy, but again ambigious. The again, energy itself isn't positive or negative, it's the intentions with it. Still, it didn't feel like pure energy. It left me... uneasy.

From the outside of the abbey, on one of the towers, we could see the causeway, not just barely underwater. Bu the time we finished the rest, it was more that 'barely', and we were forced to pay to boat back. Or stay and be eaten bu the cannibalistic moks.

Although after actually seeing the place, I'd be more afraid of the tourist guards.

After we got back to shore, we clambered back into the car and starved our way back home.

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Lah.