You get the sense from photos that this place is totally homemade. No architects. No permits. Harry just went, “I want a castle,” and did it.
He lived in a tiny room inside the castle. The photos show his bed. It’s a cot. He slept next to a suit of armor. Probably snored through ghost stories.
He also collected tons of random junk. Toy swords. Old coins. A jar of “magic beans.” All of it is on display. The museum is a hoarder’s paradise.
Why You Need to See Them
These photos inspire pure, unfiltered curiosity. You’ll ask, “Wait, is that a real knight helmet?” No, it’s a Halloween prop. But Harry painted it silver.
You’ll wonder, “Did he actually fight anyone?” No. But he once chased a squirrel with a broom. He claimed it was “a foreign spy.” I believe him.
The best part? The castle is still open. You can visit. You can take your own terrible photos. Please do. They belong in the collection.
So go ahead. Google “Loveland Castle Museum photos.” Scroll through. Laugh at the silly dragon. Admire the wonky walls. Marvel at the mummified cat.
This is not a boring history lesson. It’s a story about a weird guy who built a weird castle with his bare hands. And that, my friend, is absolutely fun to talk about.
