The history surrounding Carbisdale is rather epic...as are the ghosts that wander the vast grounds and halls throughout the early hours, dusk and daylight. From the lost piper to the crying children of the nursery, this spooky old castle would turn the greatest synic a paler shade of green!
The low mist and very Scottish drizzle added to the mood of the day but did not dampen any spirits (excuse the turn of phrase!) and the weekend was a great success....the Friday night Curry and "pub Quiz" went down a storm, and any slightly bleary eyed monsters on Sat morning were soon gone with the help of a good old British Fry Up and a rather lot of hip flasks!
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