I think I spent a large majority of my past lives residing in various rambling country houses and castles throughout the country. If that is the case, it seems this life is just a temporary blip.
Country Houses are a little bit of a minor obsession for me. After religiously watching the new series of Channel 4′s Country House Rescue and salivating over ever sweeping panaromic shot of the grand facades, the rambling parkland, the beautiful high ceilinged and enormous windowed rooms spread with commanding yet ornate furniture I can’t help but thinking that that is where I truly belong. I conviniently ignore the astronomic maintenance costs, the sheer undertaking of what even a quick dust would entail and the fact that I’d probably rattle around the old thing in winter wrapped in a thousand blankets trying to restore feeling to my extremities.
However, I think I may have found an almost perfect solution. I have come across this:
One can rent the entire castle to oneself to be enjoyed, as if it is one’s own, for as long as one wants.
It all sounds rather wonderful.
And then one can leave without lifting a single finger to dust a chandelier. I am imagining myself now been woken up from my sleep in that beautiful bed by the sun streaming through the high windows, ambling gracefully down the staircase to a hearty breakfast with the morning paper looking out through across my rolling green land sprinkled with majestic trees.
Now it is simply a matter of finding the £10,000 per night for the priveledge.
I think if I had that amount to spend for one night’s entertainment, I’d be well on my way to owning a castle myself. As it is, I shall just have to stick to my humble london flat. For Now.
Tags: castles, country homes, Holidays
