Forgive me Father, for I have sinned. I have harboured unkind thoughts about a town, after visiting only its industrial areas, and given no consideration to the fact that it may have a good heart…
Yesterday we went to Rochester, in Kent, to see the castle and cathedral. And it’s a cracker of a castle!
OK, so it’s not quite a millennium old – closer to 900 years – but what’s great about it is that you can still get up to the top, and it’s several stories high. I’ve seldom been on something so old and so tall.
The main floors have long-since disappeared, but the galleries and stairways built into the walls mean it can still be climbed.
And when you reach the top, you feel as if… well… as if you’re on top of a real castle.
The town has plenty more to offer, too. The Cathedral is just over the road, and rather pleasing.
There are nice spots for a cream tea:
And just behind the cathedral is Restoration House, famous, amongst other things, for being Dickens’ model for Miss Havisham’s house in Great Expectations.
All in all, a good day out.
You can see some more Rochester pictures here.