The excitement of staying at a historic castle more than makes up for its inconvenience. The view of the mountains is spectacular and I rather like the idea that the nearest village is reachable only by horse-drawn cart. I don't dislike spiders, and as for the rats, they tend to scurry away at the sound of human footsteps. Nor do I mind the occasional bat – speaking of which, one seems to have just flown in through the open window! Our host, an old world gentlemen of indeterminate age, has promised to bring us a bottle from the cellar – although, as he charmingly puts it, he does not drink vine! Here he is! More later…
Last edited by Marion Shore; 07-05-2012 at 05:08 PM.