Hurst Castle

The last thing I did Sunday (yes, I was very touristy) was take a trip out to Hurst Castle. Rather than walk the almost two miles out there on a ridiculously winding sand bank, I coughed up 5.50 for a roundtrip ticket on a small ferry. Small as in ten people allowed. I don't know if it was the fact that I was frozen blue from the boat trip or that the castle actually was that crummy, but I felt like I'd wasted good money.

All pics.

The castle seen from the beach.


The interior of the Tudor part of the huge fortress.


Right across the Solent is the Isle of Wright. I still haven't dragged my ass over there.


Inside the keep.


Beautiful Siberian Husky dog in the parking lot.