Castle News

07-10-2009

It was obvious that there was a storm approaching. The wind had been gusting around, playing havoc in the castle gardens.

Lady Cheryl was most distraught, as she scurried around tying back sweetpeas and picking up the bird feeders which had been blown out of the trees. Fortunately the dovecoats remained unaffected.

Lady Cheryl's pet cat, her darling Sorrocco, was also running amok, as if the Devil himself had invaded his body. It had become quite a feat simply walking from place to place, as he dodged between the feet of our Lady and Sir Trevor.

He had nearly been the undoing of Sir Trevor that very morn. Attempting to avoid stepping on Sorrocco, our Knight landed in the water bowl, splashing the smooth tiles, which instantly became as slippery as ice.

Sir Trevor was most disgruntled with Sorrocco and muttered suggestions, that perhaps, the cat should return to whence he had come. Lady Cheryl, having a somewhat macarbe sense of humour, stifled a giggle at the thought of her dapper Knight, sliding around the scullery floor.