Some say a princess lies sleeping in the tallest spire of the narrowest castle. Waiting for a prince to cut through the brambles and thorns, and finally bring her that peanut butter sandwich she asked for a hundred years ago. Others say it’s the home of a neglected princess; her hair so long, the mice have built nests in it and she can’t leave her tower for fear that she’ll tangle and fall.
The rumours of who live or once lived in these castles are as wide-spread and scattered as a flock of lost ducks. One thing we do know for sure? It’s time for someone else to own these castles, and add their own story.