Today, it was time to explore the metropolis of Nottingham. The sun was already waiting for me as I de-trained and strolled through town, making straight for Nottingham Castle. It’s called a “castle” when it should actually be called “Nottingham Fairly Large House on the Hill”, but that doesn’t really roll off the tongue as well. I looked around at the entrance gate and decided to go for it, knowing full well that I might be staggeringly underwhelmed by the sheer non-castleness of it all. At least I got that right, as the grounds of the “castle” were undergoing a massive transformation after a recent festival and most of the area was in fact fenced off. I’m sure that would have pissed Robin Hood off if he was here with me.