I've always had a thing about castles. A massive part of why I want to live in Ireland is due to the astonishing array of forts, towers, moats and walls over there. Meanwhile, I'll have to make do with England's more modest collection.
For the weekend, my loves Hannah and Raphael were over, and I was adamant that we would find a castle, even if we had to travel to Wales (as we almost did). So it was such a delightful discovery to find this quaint little ruin only half an hours drive away- and after overcoming the initial 'but it's not a big one' snobbery- the lovely distance overcame and I let myself get persuaded.
The rugged backdrop of stones barely holding themselves up, has always been an attraction to me. There's something reassuring to know that there was a past more romantic than ours, where knights truly did exist and aren't just the stuff of fairytale.
Scott Black, the Irish nationalist of my novel, lives in a Gothic castle, and even if I don't have a physical castle (yet), putting myself in his decaying manor is an escapism I never refuse.
There's something reassuring to know that there was a past more romantic than ours, where knights truly did exist and aren't just the stuff of fairytales.
On to the clothes, that week I had just bought this outfit from Zara and was dying to get into it. Check has been a high priority in my wardrobe since Autumn now, and when I saw this weave I was hooked. But it was the details which sealed the deal. From the enamel circular belt, and high neckline, to the puff at the shoulders, a 1970's vibe seems to punch through, in a way that I'm not complaining about.
- Photographs by Ruth Virgo @photog_ruthie