It’s been a while since we last checked in with Paddy and Plunkett, hasn’t it? If memory serves, last time we watched them clamber into a nearby knitting bag…
… In the hope that it would whisk them off on an exciting new adventure. Well, it looks like their patience has finally paid off!
“That’s some view, Plunkett! Where exactly are we?”
Fortunately, Plunkett has read the travel guide.
“It’s St Michael’s Mount, Paddy. Look, we’re here…”
“Ohhhh, okaaaaay! Hey, is that a castle up there on the hill?”
“It certainly is! And the same family has been living in it for nearly 400 years. The original castle dates back to the 12th century, but some extra architectural bits and bobs were tacked on in the 17th and 18th centuries. Before that, the island was the site of a monastery, possibly from as early as the 8th century.”
“Wow, so this is OLD! Can we go in for a closer look?”
“Yes… Luckily the tide is out, so we can toddle across this beautiful man-made causeway. Or maybe hitch a lift from one of these nice people…”
“Hang on, what do you mean ‘luckily, the tide is out’? What if the tide’s in?”
“Well, St Michael’s Mount is an island at high tide, so the causeway would be underwater.”
“And…”
“And we’d be swimming over!”
“Ah. Better off this way, so.”
Paddy was even more impressed with the castle at close quarters.
“This looks like my kind of place, Plunkett! Do you reckon they would like to adopt a little woolly monster?”
But Plunkett was lost in his own thoughts. He felt the nice, warm breeze on his face, and noticed the tropical plants that grow outdoors here all year round.
“Hmmmm… Or maybe they’d like to adopt TWO little woolly monsters!”
Join us again next week, when Paddy and Plunkett will be exploring St Michael’s Mount a little more… And maybe making plans to move in!
Here’s my primary memory of visiting St Michael’s Mount when I was in my early teens. While waiting for the causeway to be passable, my sister somehow (I suspect deliberately) pushed me into the water and I was soaked from the waist down. No stores selling clothes were open but my Mum found a church jumble sale and bought me a pair of very short and very red terry shorts for me to change into. They looked like hot pants on me. I felt very undignified and uncomfortable traipsing around St Michael’s Mount.
Ohhhh yikes! After that… um… interesting experience I’m impressed you stuck around to the end of the post! Fortunately there were no instances of Paddy pushing Plunkett into the sea – well, none that they told me about. Maybe one day you might get to revisit St Michael’s Mount yourself in less traumatic circumstances? Thanks for stopping in, Laura… I promise I didn’t laugh out loud at your story 😉
No worries. I reached the point of being able to laugh about it many years ago. I did find myself wondering what a Beastie might look like in red terry hot pants.
Ha! I was actually thinking about that 🤣 Perhaps I might crack out the photo editing software this week…
I would love to visit there some day, unfortunately when we went years ago, it wasn’t possible.
Ah, that’s a shame! Maybe when things start opening up again? It does look lovely, I wish the boys would bring me with them when they travel! Cheers for popping in 😊
It would be nice, we on the east coast now, so it’s quite a trek. The boys do get around
They do! We always love to see where other Beasties end up though, so if your Mini Beastie gets out to the seaside this summer be sure to take a snap or two 😉
You do the best Beastie photography, I am always in awe. I nearly believe they are walking about on their own…or are they?!?!?! (Twilight Zone theme music playing in background). I love the opening image of them looking off into the distance!
Oh, they’re walking on their own! Believe me, I’ve been in Dublin the whole time! Which makes me wonder… Who’s holding the camera? 😱😱😱
Ha!