We were woken by torrential rain. On our laundry, which was hanging on a rack in the courtyard. Leaking in under the doors into the living room and kitchen. Challenging any plans we had to go to the castle on the west coast that we'd seen the last time we were there, and swore we'd visit again.
Twenty minutes after hauling in all the wet laundry, the sun was out, the skies were blue, and we headed to the west side. And straight into another rain storm. But as we were out, we visited two castles, one in worse repair than the other. Yes Mom, they were drafty.
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