Chess board

Enter the
Castle Grounds

Tournaments, festivals, and fellowship hath filled these grounds for fourscore years. Come see what awaiteth beyond the gate.

Adventure Awaits

There is much to be found within these walls and upon these grounds. Come with purpose or come without. Thou shalt not leave wanting.

The Lists

Witness the thunder of horse and lance upon the field. Our tourneys doth draw knights of great renown, and no two passes art ever alike.

The Grounds

Beyond the gates lie festivals of every season. Minstrels, merchants, and men-at-arms gather here as they have done for fourscore years and more.

The Tavern

When the day hath spent itself upon the field, come hither and rest thy bones. Good company awaiteth within, as it ever doth.

Born of Craft and Tradition

Since time out of mind, the tavern hath been the heart of the castle. It is the place where good folk doth settle in after the day's spectacle, letting the clamour of the grounds fade into warmth and fellowship. We have kept it thus, and shall do so while these walls yet stand.

From the first thundering pass of the lists to the last torchlight of the evening festival, we remain open through all of it. Come hither for the spectacle, and stay for the company. This hath always been that manner of place.

80

Years on the Grounds

50+

Festivals & Tourneys

Knight in full armor holding a sword
Irish Wolfhound portrait
Castle
Knight in armor on horseback

What Our Guests Say

Take not our word alone. Hear ye from those who have graced these halls.

"Forsooth, mine eyes hath ne'er beheld so fair an establishment. The warmth of the hearthfire and the generosity of the host doth surpass all I have known in mine wanderings. Verily, I shall return hence with all my kin."

RH

Rhiannon ferch Hefeydd

Princess of Dyfed

"By the bones of mine ancestors, the victuals here are of the highest craft. Each morsel doth speak of great care and ancient wisdom in its making. Would that I might dwell here evermore and sup upon such fare each eve."

ML

Manawydan fab Llŷr

Son of Llŷr

"Yea, this place hath the spirit of a true mead-hall, where good fellowship doth abound and no man departeth with an empty belly nor a sorrowful heart. A gem most rare in these latter days."

PP

Pryderi ap Pwyll

Lord of the Seven Cantrevs

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