Up the motorway we headed, leaving the big boys with Charlie and Abigail. 1hr north we stopped at Warwick Castle. Unfortunately it felt like all of England wanted to spend the day at the same castle. It was heaving, well in NZ terms anyway. There were no massive queues or difficulties getting food, but there were so many people. It made it quite tricky inside, and hard to get an atmosphere. What I noticed most about the castle was the fact that all the "public" halls and salons had little corridors and alcoves running in private behind them, I suppose so that servants and maids in waiting could easily get to each room. It was really interesting from that perspective. And it had beautiful paintings. And an amazing cabinet made of carved wood with the likenesses of poets as uprights. Oliver Cromwells metal hat was there, and his death mask *ewww*.
We then headed for the M6 and the motorway abombination that is the Birmingham urban connurbation. We sat in queues on the motorway, and in heavy slow moving traffic for ages, before getting out the other side just as dark was coming (4pm). We called the Stafford information centre and booked into this very strange campervan park which is part dairy farm, part icecream shop, part caravan park. Still, only STG 9!
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