POSTCARD FROM WARWICK

A swirling mist adds to a moody atmosphere to a day trip on which Bob Barton is king of the castle, encounters a bear and visits several centuries-old buildings

If you’re a fan of castles, you’d be hard-pressed to find one with a bigger “wow factor” than Warwick (01926 406610, warwick-castle. com). Standing on a rocky bluff above the River Avon, its imposing towers and battlements are “Hollywood epic” dramatic. Inside, you can explore creepy dungeons, a fully equipped armoury and state apartments being readied for one of Countess Daisy’s lavish parties. In the landscaped grounds there is even a full-size trebuchet, the 13th century weapon of mass destruction.

The history is no less breathtaking, being home to the powerful earls of Warwick for centuries. At least three owners died in battle, a couple of them were executed and another was murdered. No wonder it has been a popular tourist attraction since Victorian times, with a permanent tour guide employed by the turn of the 20th century.

It’s hardly surprising then that Warwick plays second fiddle to its castle, despite being a historic county town. Having been to the fortress before, I decided to spend a day exploring the surroundings. For much of the day, I couldn’t even see its towers rising in the background, thanks to a swirling mist. It was rather like those 1950s peasoupers that many BoB readers will remember. It certainly added a moody atmosphere to my day trip.