I think I had a bit of mild heat-stroke last week, because I felt pretty wretched on Sunday night. I'd been out walking along the coast of Trevone that morning, and on the day before that I was struggling across sand dunes in blistering sun at Hayle. I burned my face a bit, and that's taking a while to fade.
Beautiful walks, but they didn't make for spectacular pictures; they were kind of a bit too brochure-ey. On Monday we went to Berry Pomeroy, a medieval castle out on Dartmoor that was later converted to a tudor/elizabethan estate by sons, grandsons and great-grandsons of Edward Seymour, who bought the property and was the Lord Protector of Henry VIII's only son and the first Duke of Somerset. Despite being extended and built up massively over these generations, it was eventually abandoned, and all the ongoing construction work was just left incomplete. In its history, it's only ever been owned by two families - the Seymours and the Pomeroys. It belongs now to the current Duke of Somerset.
That more than made up for it photo-wise, so as a warning: there's absolutely millions of pictures under the cut.
The castle reminded me a lot of the ruined architecture in Ico, especially where the creeping weeds and vines had started to really overcome the walls, and where all that was left of some of the predominantly-glass buildings were the long, tall pillars that stood between the windows.
( Yadda yadda, picture time! SO MANY PICTURES. )