Climbing turrets

On one of the coldest days so far we decided to explore a local castle called Bodiam. Phin was ecstatic. Mini not so much. The snowdrops were out and so was the snow and off we trekked across moats and up turrets.
Phin hurled himself around the castle and across the ramparts with utter glee, mini bailed before the main gate and went home early with grandma and Papow.
Pity, she missed the fantastic insight the Forester gave us on which arrow head to use for hunting deer (an arrowhead as you would imagine it) as apposed to birds (small point with almost a ping pong size ball behind it to stun it out if the air and not ruin the flesh). Or long and thin like a needle for piercing through chain mail and armour to a small typical arrowhead with two holes in it for arson attacks (wrap a piece of fabric through them and dip in fat then fire and launch at a thatched roof to burn it down). Fascinating stuff.