After enduring many “experiences” of an expensive and very themed nature in days out with the Rigg tribe, a trip to Muncaster Castle is always a delight. There are no expensive photo opportunities to catch the unwary, nor an exit-through-big-gift-shop policy. The castle has a charmingly individualistic audio tour written and read by the family which makes a refreshing change from an actor reading from carefully nuanced script.
They highlight family favourites: “I always point out the ships’ anchors and the date 1588 on the fireback!” barks the owner. “Never forget the Armada lost some ships on this coast!”
Family losers:“This portrait is of the one we call the Drip.” “Here’s a family portrait and can you see how two of the sons’ heads are pasted in? They must have been the ones he wasn’t talking to.”
And apologies for not opening more rooms on account of the mess: “Sorry, you’re not allowed into my dressing room. We all need a door to throw our pyjamas behind!”.
I only paraphrase slightly.
Muncaster Castle is an truly original day out and 12 only miles from Sykehouse Cottage. It would be a shame to miss it if you are in the area.