View of Tabernas Castle, 24th July 2009. At Tabernas the Gordons were annoyed by an “alcoholic consumptive” who offered to guide them in search of Roman gold in the old castle. “.. here we were sleeping within a few yards of the stables – on the stable doorstep, so to speak. Hordes of vermin attacked us. We groaned and rolled and tossed and scratched. A whole castle full of Roman gold would not have tempted us to remain another day in Tabernas.” (Misadventures pg 145).