I had landed in rural England and stayed there for two nights in a beautiful old cottage. Not far away was the small town of Warwick with the castle of the same name. As a visit to a castle or palace should be part of every visit to the kingdom, it was of course a must. Warwick Castle is well organized for tourists — a little too much for my taste, but the lovingly decorated rooms of the mighty castle had a little more to offer than the otherwise rather lifeless pomp. In the park, the castle’s own falconry put on a flight show and, in the bright sunshine, I took a stroll through the typically English park until my feet didn’t want to go any more.