Hotel Tour of 2014 -- night 63

I am suffering in Birmingham, England.  

First, Liz from the Cotton Patch kidnapped me and made me tour Warrick Castle.  

 It's an old castle (1100 years old) on the River Avon:

Liz punished me when she didn't think I was having enough fun:

She made me explore the castle.

I saw suits of iron:

And windows (future quilt alert):

And ceilings:

And more ceilings:

And even more ceilings:

(iPhone photography hint:  when photographing ceilings, put phone in "selfie" mode and photograph up while looking down at the phone.  You are welcome.)

She made me climb the tower:

(thanks, hubby, for taking such a flattering photo of me)

There were more than 500 stairs.  Up and down and around and around:

The view from the top of the tower was... well... OK, I can't even pretend it wasn't lovely:

See what I mean?:

After the tower, Liz dragged me into the village of Warwick:

And:

She made me drink tea:

After that nightmare of a day, I hoped for a better evening.

Things got worse.  I went out for dinner and the waitress me eat chocolate cake:

The horror!  (The second spoon was there to make you think that I shared my cake.  Hubby and I have different views about that.)

Thanks, Liz, for a lovely, lovely day!  I look forward to meeting your students in the morning.  I promise to have fun, you don't have to put me in the stocks again.

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Since this is actually a hotel post, and not just a post bragging about how much fun I'm having in England, I thought I'd show you what I consider some very clever design.

My bathroom door:

Can open:

And close off the toilet area from the rest of the bathroom:

BRILLIANT!