We had a cracking blue-sky day for our
visit to Bodiam in East Sussex , and the castle,
surrounded by its moat, looked picture-postcard-perfect!
The lord of the manor was soldier and
knight, Sir Edward Dallingridge (or Dalyngrigge) (c.1346 – 1393), who had the
castle constructed around 1385, in theory as a defence against local rebellion
and possible invasion by the French but probably also a statement piece: ‘Look
at how rich and powerful I am!’ As a power statement it certainly works.
And I imagine you would feel quite secure
in a place like this, regardless of who was trying to attack. The original
approach bridge over the moat was to the side, ensuring invaders made easy
targets for the castle’s archers; the portcullis was so sturdy that parts of it
still survive; and there are murder holes above the entrance porticos, meaning
residents could pour hot tar and boiling oil on the uninvited.
Sir Edward gained the manor of Bodiam by
marriage. Having accumulated wealth and reputation through fighting as a mercenary
in France , he returned to England
and wedded the heiress to Bodiam, Elizabeth Wardeux (or Wardedieu).
Dallingridge subsequently served as the
equivalent of Member of Parliament for the local area, was made responsible for
fortifying various areas of coastal Sussex , and became the most
influential member of the local gentry.
The castle’s interior was likely dismantled
during the English Civil War (1642 – 1651) but you can still get an idea of the
opulence enjoyed by Sir Edward and Lady Elizabeth, though I don’t think
National Trust have done a very good job with their displays and storyboards,
especially compared to other castles I have visited (see the magnificent Caerphilly
here and here). The exhibition in the nearby pavillion was also undergoing
refurbishment so I felt a reduction in the entrance fee would have been
appropriate under the circumstances For the stiff-kneed also, a warning, the
spiral staircases were steep, but the views from the towers and battlements
were worth the effort.
All in all, a stunning property: the
type of building every child imagines when they draw their first castles, and a
dream for photographers, if you go right on opening time, to avoid the crowds.
I’d love to see it again shrouded in brooding winter mist and a blanket of
snow, or with autumn colour in its stately trees.
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