I’ve been meaning to blog from Scotney for ages. Of all the local castles, I think it was always my favourite, probably because it seems so unbelievable. Did anyone really dream that this fairytale concoction could be a proper defensive structure? Of course what we see now is a ruin and I have no idea whether it once looked as kickass as Bodiam.
Typically, I would be able to answer this if I ever read a guide book rather than preferring these days just to explore with my camera.
Scotney proves perfect with the new old Russian lens I used before in the cemetery and in Bedgebury. Once again, what I love is the strange blurs (or bokeh) that I can create in my close ups of flowers.
One of the strangest things for me at Scotney over the last few years has been to see it grow. Until a few years ago, the big house at the top was inhabited and out of bounds, but when the last owner died, she gifted this too to the National Trust:
Nevertheless, it is always the old castle with its moat and gardens that draws me back: