Times have changed, and the mouth of the spring is protected now. But you can still take a quick dip further on downstream, and so we decided to make that spot our final destination.
The castle had greenhouses! And not just one or two little hoophouses, but an entire complex of carved stone, glazed glass, boiler heated, works of art greenhouses. Of which nothing remains except rubble. Still, the gardener in me was fascinated. In fact, I stood there and studied the information plaque for so long that I didn't even make it any further down the trail! My family hiked the trail without me, while I traipsed around in the ruins like Indiana Jones in search of the holy grail. Without the whip. It was exhilarating, even if I didn't find any treasure.
I worry about things like that.