Nottingham was a very interesting place to explore. I have more pictures, but sadly, they have not all downloaded. The first little story is that when the AngloSaxon were in power, the area was under the control of an unfortunately named nobleman named 'Snot'. (Totally not joking). It was named 'Snotingham' which translates roughly as 'the home of Snot's people'. As the property fell to new ownership, turns out that the French do not have the 'sn' diphthong, so the place became Nottingham. I believe that Nottingham owes a great debt to the French. What you see below is a model of the original layout of the castle in Nottingham.
Not much of it remains, but here is the entrance.
Robin Hood is a common theme, and a truly excellent slide show followed his exploits. The nobility were very harsh, and the people outside those walls worked hellish hard, but had to turn over virtually everything to the castle and king. They were left only enough to survive another year. This went on for generations.
The Robin Hood stories span hundreds of years, and it seems most likely that there were a number of heroic figures fighting back against the repressive system.
The castle itself was built atop of a series of caves, most of which were used for storage of wine, ale, and other necessities of life.
Also beneath the castle was a large kitchen where the game was brought when the hunters came back. Young children spent 9 or 10 hours a day gutting, skinning, preparing meat. Great vats of water were boiled there. There was a waste chute, where the offal was tossed and washed out into the moat with water. A woman was once starved to death for stealing meat from the kitchen.
King Edward raised an army. They dug out the sandstone beneath the castle. Queen Isabella, his mother, had been ruling in his stead since the death of his father. She and her lover were captured. He was executed. She was imprisoned (very comfortably).
The original castle was demolished and replaced by a new palace in the 1600s.
Side note: we had coffee on the terrace and the view was spectacular.
Do you see the windmill on the hill?
Fed up with the status quo, the good people of Nottingham raised up and attacked the castle, looting and setting it afire. The palace has been restored and houses a great museum, part of which pays homage to the importance of resisting tyranny, something that really rings true in these days, doesn't it?
'Ye Olde Trip to Jerusalem' is a pub built into the sandstone behind the castle. The date on it is 1089. Lord Byron's immortal (?) words are above the door: 'Man, being reasonable, must get drunk. The best of life is but intoxication'.
Crazy to find myself sitting in the very place where old stories came to life once again.
Disclaimer: I am not an expert on English history, but I listened carefully, and tried to absorb as much of it as possible. Excuse any mistakes as ignorance. Also, I can't seem to center the post, so ignore that too.