Let's BUY A CASTLE
Instead of it being added to the property portfolio of some dodgy Russian Oligarch or Ruratanian Porn Baron, who’ll only visit it once every 5 years, whenever they need to escape the snoopers in the press, why don’t we buy a castle?
Whether you’re looking to escape the rat race, shoot peasants, entertain visiting dignitaries, set up a sinister sex cult under the guise of some sort of isolated spa retreat, a highland castle is the answer!
Whether you’re looking to escape the rat race, shoot peasants, entertain visiting dignitaries, set up a sinister sex cult under the guise of some sort of isolated spa retreat, a highland castle is the answer!
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Just Imagine..
Being woken up each morning by the sound of the bagpipes.
Kippers in the breakfast room whilst reading The Times.
Breathing in the fresh highland air as you stare out across the ever changing sea towards the brooding mountains on the mainland.
Strolling around your grounds with Laddie your faithful border cauliflower by your side.
Checking the deer fences are in still in good condition after the winter.
Deciding how to deal the poacher that Archie caught, up to no good, in the eastern woods.
Taking afternoon tea, by the log fire in the library, and catching up with Mr Holme’s latest adventures in The Strand.
Judging the country dancing competition in the village hall.
Playing the organ for the lawyer, newly arrived in the village from London, under doctors orders for complete rest and recuperation, who has sought shelter from the storm until morning.
Explaining to your young bride that you must never be disturbed when you're at work.. experimenting with reanimating the dead in your secret laboratory.
Dealing with that nosey lawyer who may not be quite what he seems.
Finding the door to the laboratory open. Emily how did you get in here? I told you never to disturb me at work.
But Emily you don’t understand this could be the key to life eternal!
Why are you looking at me like that?
I’m sorry Emily, you know.. too much!
What’s that noise outside?
Why it’s that blasted lawyer, and he’s brought half the village with him.
Emily, where are you going?
You need not fear me.
Come down from there, you’ll catch your death in this rain.
Give me your hand Emily.
Just a little further.
Slipping.
Falling.
Falling.
Falling.
The faces of the villagers.
The young lawyer.
Emily.
Rain.
I'm no longer cold.
Forgive me.
It is ended.
Being woken up each morning by the sound of the bagpipes.
Kippers in the breakfast room whilst reading The Times.
Breathing in the fresh highland air as you stare out across the ever changing sea towards the brooding mountains on the mainland.
Strolling around your grounds with Laddie your faithful border cauliflower by your side.
Checking the deer fences are in still in good condition after the winter.
Deciding how to deal the poacher that Archie caught, up to no good, in the eastern woods.
Taking afternoon tea, by the log fire in the library, and catching up with Mr Holme’s latest adventures in The Strand.
Judging the country dancing competition in the village hall.
Playing the organ for the lawyer, newly arrived in the village from London, under doctors orders for complete rest and recuperation, who has sought shelter from the storm until morning.
Explaining to your young bride that you must never be disturbed when you're at work.. experimenting with reanimating the dead in your secret laboratory.
Dealing with that nosey lawyer who may not be quite what he seems.
Finding the door to the laboratory open. Emily how did you get in here? I told you never to disturb me at work.
But Emily you don’t understand this could be the key to life eternal!
Why are you looking at me like that?
I’m sorry Emily, you know.. too much!
What’s that noise outside?
Why it’s that blasted lawyer, and he’s brought half the village with him.
Emily, where are you going?
You need not fear me.
Come down from there, you’ll catch your death in this rain.
Give me your hand Emily.
Just a little further.
Slipping.
Falling.
Falling.
Falling.
The faces of the villagers.
The young lawyer.
Emily.
Rain.
I'm no longer cold.
Forgive me.
It is ended.