MY HOME IS A CASTLE--the tale of how and why I became a chatelain , four times .This is my present home. If you are visiting for the first time you may care to read the older posts first.

Sunday, February 1, 2009


At the time I saw the advertisement for the Manor House, we were living in a caravan in Sandown on the Isle of Wight -- a lovely little island for those who are not familiar with British shores-- it sits in the solent and its climate is sunny warm and welcoming. We were running a caravan park for the summer season. Our dream had always been to own a large country house and turn the bedrooms into self-catering apartments,
but buying a large property in England was not an option, and, also France was our most favourite detination . With four children our French holidays consisted of a tent , sleeping bags, pots and pans and tinned foods all loaded into and upon our old banger--AHHH ! times were hard :) The thought of being able to afford to buy a "MANOR HOUSE" was thrilling, and the viewing of it would be the first step towards our ambitious dream....

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