Day 6
Our days of cold toast are over,
As if we’ve found our four leaf clover.
Our mornings welcomed by bacon, soft rolls and fresh fruit -
On our adventures of today we all had a hoot.
We jumped on the coach after a quick hi to Ken
And our 90 minute journey felt like just ten,
As we slumped over chairs falling right back to sleep,
Before starting our journey creating memories to forever keep.
Fields of lush green blanketed the hill,
Upon which Warwick castle stood upon, grand and still.
Within the extensive buildings are the whispers of the past -
The battles and lives of our ancestors do still last.
With the friendly Roger we started a guided tour,
Down deep into the dungeons, of which smelt quite like sewer.
We were able to imagine the terrible conditions of war,
Particularly confronted by the differences in treatment of the rich and the poor.
We learnt about the significance of the Grand Hall;
The beauty and grandeur of it was fit for Saint Paul.
Today decorated with amour and fighting swords,
Of which once assisted many gain land - a grand reward.
We then witnessed the largest catapult functioning today,
A man adorned in medieval costuming commentating the display,
With a charismatic charm the audience was encapsulated
By the depiction of the damage flying rocks created.
Next we were free to roam the castle on our own.
Our group headed to a maze, forced to direct without the help of a phone,
Frantically trying to find historical checkpoints,
We panted as our unfit hearts couldn’t keep up with the excitement in our joints.
We won some stickers and bought some sweets,
Convinced our short burst of exercise was deserving of a treat.
We jumped back on the coach once again,
Chanting karaoke which drove the teachers insane.
Ready for some literature, we soon arrived at Stratford upon Avon,
Which after the chaos of London feels like a safe haven.
The town of Shakespeare’s birth is rather quite quaint,
With a real country feel caused by the peeling paint.
Unhygienic conditions destined the poor fate
Of Shakespeare’s mate.
We peered around his luxurious home,
Developing an understanding of his life before Globe.
Back to the hotel for a quick nap,
We soon returned to town for a snack.
Cute markets sold handmade masterpieces in tents,
With local artists hoping to making a few pence.
Warm light bathed our comforting dinner, Seafood, peas and apple pie not leaving us any thinner.
Back to the hotel did we tread
Content yet tired and ready for bed.