The situation of the Castle was magnificent.

It stood on the summit of a wooded cliff which ran sheer into the river, and commanded a splendid prospect of the country round, and a bird's-eye view of the little town that clustered at the foot of the crag.
"It's like an eagle's nest!" commented Winona, as leaving the car at the bottom of the hill they climbed on foot up the zigzag pathway to the keep.

"It must have been a regular robber-baron's stronghold in the Middle Ages!" Miss Beach had bought a guide-book, and rejecting the services of a persistent little girl who was anxious to point out the various spots of interest, with an eye to a tip, they strolled about, trying to reconstruct a fancy portrait of the place for themselves.

Canute's tower was still left, a squat solid piece of masonry, with enormously thick walls and tiny lancet windows.

It was rather dark, but as it was the only portion remaining intact, it was used as a museum, and various curiosities were preserved there.