Skipton

So the other weekend, my beloved and I went to Skipton Castle, less than an hours drive from home.  Usually when I'm at a medieval castle, all that's there is the outer walls, but this one has lots of the interior rooms still intact.  There are a few slight modifications here and there, but you can definitely get a feel for the medieval logistics. Look at me saying "Usually when I'm at a medieval castle." Well, I never tire of seeing old stuff. That is Anglo-Norman French on top of the gatehouse (left).  Well, OK, it's not Roman, but medieval is still kind of oldish.

I also saw my first Anchorhold in Skipton. They have one in the Holy Trinity Church just outside the castle. Anchorites were bricked into their cells so that they can "lead a Eucharist-focused life". This is my first so I couldn't say what they usually have, but according to Wikipedia (the font of all digital human knowledge) there was often a funeral like ritual as the person entered the cell, and the Anchorite received the Eucharist from a small window facing inside the church and food through an outward facing window.








Photo Credits

Gatehouse: My beloved

Conduit Court: My beloved

Anchorhold: Wikipedia