The castle manager loads our luggage in the Range Rover (the Americans in combats get a lift with their ghillie in a white Toyota pick-up), and we walk around the shore with our assorted ferrymates through woodland both imported and indigenous.
It's idyllic.
And the castle has a bistro...
Arriving merits an easeful day. A quick recce round the castle, a toastie at the tea shop and a brief rest before supper...
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