Beeston Castle is well a castle supposedly. All I was told is that some old guy may have buried some treasure here a very long time ago. Though it wasn’t bones or chews so I don’t care really. Anyway, to get to the castle we first had to walk up a gigantic hill! A monster hill, the hill of all hills, basically a mountain for a short dog like me, I think I came down a few centimeters shorter too!
Halfway up we had to have a rest as my person isn’t the fittest of people, even the young skinny one agreed to a rest. I wanted to get going and get to the top as soon as possible so we could have our picnic.
(Nearly there! There was a big ditch which I was going to walk down, but my people handily told me we could walk over a bridge)
Once we got to the bridge and the main bit of the castle, (after our mountaineering) we had to have a look at where we had been. It is compulsory I tell you. (My people think this was the best photo of the day) I think they should rename the castle to Alfie’s castle, I mean how good do I look sat there on that bridge.
So we entered and had a walk around looking at the views and wondering what idiots would have tried to attack here. You can see for miles and miles. You can see the sea about 30 miles away and the mountain in Wales. That is a whole different country!
I wasn’t allowed on the wall to see above it but I was told it was nice.
Then after a while we had to stop I had hurt my paw and was limping a little. I was trying to tell my people there was something wrong but they couldn’t see it! They bend and twisted my paw but that wasn’t the problem, the silly things. So they let me carry on walking for a while till we sat down for a rest and they had another look. They found it this time! Some people had been cutting down plant on top of the hill and I had unknowingly stood on the head of a thistle OWCH! It was untangled from my foot fluff and I was happy once more.
It was time for our picnic. My people had brought me my own special supply of ham and chicken, they ate more funky stuffs.
Then it was back to the walking to walk around the base of the castle, we saw the caves and the catacombs and some scary thing I wouldn’t go into.
It was time to go after all that walking, the castle was nice, but the hill of hills wasn’t.
It is nice to be able to go to places, with my people. If there are anymore doggy friendly places I’d like to know.