It doesn’t matter where you are. It doesn’t matter what you may be doing. It doesn’t even matter if you’ve done everything in your power to protect your-self from the inevitable. If your name’s on that bullet, then there’s no escape.
Life’s like that isn’t it? You can eat the right stuff. Keep your-self super fit. Exercise your mind. Be in tip-top condition. Yet still fall foul of the totally unexpected. Like the football fan who was killed by a flying toilet. Or the one who died a few days after being struck down by a flying lawnmower. Both incidents strange but true – if you believe everything you read on the www of course. Best to step around that ladder? . . .
Scoot takes us on a short journey today. Opposite direction to the fantazmagorical caves. Predjama Castle in our sights. Remarkably built, high up in a cave. Thought impregnable with its four foot thick walls, rear facing and overhanging cliff face. That is until some wise guy discovered its weak point. The small outhouse extention on the left. The loo! It had thin walls. After over a year under siege, the owner, Erazem Lueger was doing what comes naturally. Minding his own business, so to speak. A direct hit from a cannon ball caught him literally with his pants down.
Inside is a fascinating combination of cave and construction. Could this have been the earliest example of a cavity wall? If so, it was centuries ahead of it’s time.
