One grey and misty day, long, long ago – at least three months ago – I convinced himself that we should revisit Tintagel Castle, the site of the legend of King Arthur. Since our first visit ten years ago it has lived on in my over-active imagination as a land of mystery and magic.
Centuries before King Arthur was a twinkle in a movie producer’s eye a tale emerged through Celtic lore and French medieval poetry of the adulterous love of a knight and a princess.
On a windswept strategic promontory with a history dating back 1700 years to the dark ages I felt the presence of King Arthur – a myth that has been perpetuated for 900 years.
The castle once stretched over a narrow isthmus of land but wild Atlantic weather has swept the isthmus away leaving half of the castle isolated on a jagged island. All that is left of the castle are foundation stones outlining rooms but enough to lure a stream of tourists since the end of the 1600’s. And me. Twice now. The guide book will direct to you to Merlin’s Cave and Excalibur rests in the lake not far from the cafe and the ticket booth.
As I stood on the windy promontory, taking in lungfuls of salty Atlantic air, legs astride, arms akimbo I could see the Knights at the Round Table. I could hear Guinevere. I could picture myself holding Excalibur aloft, the plastic replicas on sale in town firing my imagination. I felt touched by the presence of King Arthur.
Himself would tell you that I am just touched.
Do you believe in the legend of King Arthur?
That is a dizzying height.
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God! That pic looking down the steps gives me vertigo! Some great shots here and I most enjoyed learning about this place!
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I had calves of steel by the end of the day. I rushed all over the site taking pics and trying to absorb the legend. I had to recover in the pub. But you would expect that wouldn’t you?
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I didn’t want to say it, but yes….I did think, ‘I wonder how far she had to go to the pub afterward.’ Then, of course, I bettered that and thought…’Oh, silly me. Of course she took a flask!’
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Oh I wish I’d thought of that! I could have had a snifter at my imaginary round table with my imaginary gang. I went all the way to the next village of Boscastle to the pub.
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🙂 I think this is a GOOD thing that you didn’t think of it. It proves, at least at the point these pix were taken, that you aren’t totally dependent….yet! 🙂
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It probably wouldn’t have been a good idea at the top of all those steps. There weren’t any beds made up for me at the castle.
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I think I might have visited once since childhood… And apropos your comment about Arthur, I recently came across this quote “spaces cling to their pasts”…. I am sure you will agree 😀
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Oh yes! They were all there!
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oh man, cool post !!!!
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Oh man! Thanks! It was very cool to be there.
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Oh yes, I believe the legend of Camelot! I guess you didn’t find Merlin though – he really intrigues me. Looks like quite the hike to get there – that must cut down a bit on the visitors.
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Steps, steps and more steps and my legs weren’t up to the trek down to sea level where the cave was and back up again. I communed with Art, Guinnie and Lance up at the castle.
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Aha! maybe Merlin was down in that cave…
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I’m sure he was and my legs just wouldn’t take me there.
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Love the tale Carol and the stunning photos. Now did Himself find the princess?
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Oh yes. He says to me all the time, “You’re such a princess.”
BTW Do you remember asking me if I had a photo of Tintagel Castle? I think you’d done a post about castles. Well here you are!
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Thank you very much Miss Princess. 🙂
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No. Thin queue. (You have to hold your nose and clip your words and you’ll have the accent down pat.) 🙂
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It was so much fun to read your post and even more to see all those great pictures. I was there! Thanks.
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I’m so glad you were there. Lancelot and Arthur were pleased to meet you.
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How strange…….I’ve been meaning to do a post about Tintagel, ever since our visit almost two years ago. It has such an amazing aura about it, almost as though it’s haunted by the ghosts of its past. Of course I believe in the legend of King Arthur! 🙂
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Looking forward to reading yours Sylvia. Who did you ‘see’ there?
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Well, I’ve always rather fancied Sir Lancelot. 🙂
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Your secret is out now. Was it the pearls he wore when he came out to tea with me?
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Hehehe Yes, I guess the pearls must have made me fall in live with him. 😍😍
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I love this kind of stuff too! The imagination kicks in and I can feel the history all around me. 🙂
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I was in my element, Joanne. I just wished I’d bought a plastic sword in town before we walked down to the ruins. I could have held it aloft on the cliff top for a brilliant new gravatar pic!
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I think it’s a shame they are plastic swords. I would want a metal one …. unless of course it’s stormy, then I’d be worried about being a lightning rod 😉
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You make I laugh! 😄
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What a magical place! I love this sort of stuff!
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It was magical! And that old! It’s hard to get your head round it until you are there.
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I enjoy seeing the your adventures; they give me wanderlust!
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I’m glad you enjoyed your vicarious adventure. Thanks for stopping by.
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Tell himself to go suck a lemon. I often feel that same spiritualness when visiting the petroglyph sites, so there. (Our family was probably with the king’s entourage!)
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That’s a nice thought, Barb. We’re probably both princesses. Himself calls me ‘princess’ sometimes but I don’t think he’s implying I’m royalty. 😊
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Oh yes I love folklore. The British Isles abound with it 😀
Of course you do know that Arthur is also associated with Shropshire don’t you? And whilst not wanting to dampen your enthusiasm for this site, these ruins are of a castle built in the 13th century so nothing to do with Arthur whatsoever. Just saying…
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The hugely wealthy Richard, Earl of Cornwall, built the 13th century castle as a result of the legend, not for it’s strategic importance. None of the original castle remains, much of it having fallen into the sea. But we’ll keep that a secret. Arthur’s spirit is still there.
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Not been there for years and years – nice post 🙂
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Thanks! We were a bit surprised to find the island open. We did eleventy seven more steps than before.
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I really enjoy visiting ruins when there is a great docent to bring the area alive. I think you would have been the perfect guide to help me relive this history:)
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Well, thank you! I’ll just study my English Heritage Guidebook a bit more and meet you there!
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Yes I believe and how exciting that you shared this… More than an experience, it is like living a fairy tale. Thank you so much.
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You’ve nailed it, Annette. It was just like a fairy tale. And I was away with the fairies when I was there.
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