Un article pour le Girnigoe issue (2/4)

              There was never anybody in the area by that time, reaching the castle being a muddy and wild adventure ! I spent long hours there, watching the cliffs, the sea, the majestic ruins, going around the rocks, the walls, the dungeon, desperately looking for a ghost. There was a rope and it was possible to climb up, to check up  just in case !  By that time, I had pretended to my friends I was a “ghost hunter”! I wanted to know everything about the story of John Sinclair “starved to death” in the dungeon.

               I got into contact with a farmer called Miller (from old Stirkoke I think) who nicely told me about the story. I started to organize “tours” around the castle with my few visitors. We even camped there with my young brother who also grew fascinated by the all area.

               Then my wife and then my children who, once again this summer, have been very keen on the castle.  Girnigoe is really “the family legend” and an entranced parcel of my memory.