Back in April, Eric and me visited Lawhaden castle, whilst there we learned that the not too far away castle at llansteffan was built within an Iron age fort, Four months later we are back in the southest of Wales so which castle shall we go to ? Well really I'd have preferred Pembroke castle but that one is a payer where as llansteffan is free to enter .
We parked by the beach, ignored the mobile chippy and the ice cream van, but not the lyrics to the Bosses song from last year, we're by the beach, you know which song. In the corner of the car park is the signposted start of the path up to the castle, as we are passing a natty creepy model of Pegasus Eric starts complaining about a hurting leg, I think of Sweetcheats leg and I hope it isn't a torn hamstring. After much limping and stopping and starting we reach the top and stand before the entrance to this impressive castle. I like castles, not as much as my brother though, he cant see the attraction of a cairn or a menhir and sometimes laughs at my somewhat frugal rewards for long drives. He doesn't get it at all.
We backtrack from the castle entrance and peer round the corner. I'm a bit gob smacked, are they really iron age ramparts ? It could just be a moat, but the authorities assure us they are iron age and after climbing the fence we can see that after the first rampart there is a second ditch not as deep as the first, but, it is proof of the iron age, castles don't have two moats.
We follow the ditch round to where it fades into the undergrowth and down steep crags. The view out across the wide river mouth is a good one, and what a place to watch over the area controlled by our iron age folk.
We run out of earthworks and Eric drags me off into the castle, stairs to climb, nooks to explore and walls to clamber on, GET OFF RIGHT NOW.
It is running very late and we've got a very long drive home, strangely, as we ran back down the hill side his leg isn't bothering him at all, nothing torn here, just growing pains, my dads catch all explanation.