Chapter 108

“I’ve always thought that Bodiam is the prettiest castle in England,” I said as we walked across the bridge to the entrance.

Surrounded on all four sides by a moat, Bodiam represents the image that first comes to mind when one thinks of a castle.

“It’s certainly picturesque,” Angela said.

We explored the castle thoroughly and ended up in the top floor of one of the towers, looking at a small anteroom where a wooden toilet seat was firmly affixed to a ledge of stone. There was a sheet of plastic, or more likely Plexiglas, under the seat, and you could see rough rock walls going all the way down and out of sight.

“I wonder what they used for toilet paper in those days?” Steve said.