Langwell Lodge: not the main residence, however
All this talk of Duncan Fallowell's mystery English country house - the presumed setting of his new ghost fiction - reminds me that the Daily Mail editor-in-chief Paul Dacre has reportedly just bought a much grander property in the Scottish Highlands.
At least I assume Private Eye has got its facts right. The West Highland Free Press, cited as the source of the piece, has nothing about the purchase of the Langwell Estate, in Ross-shire, on its website. Indeed none of the local media has deemed this event worthy of a nod, though the 15,355-acre estate was snapped up for a reported £3.5m. Celebrity subjects of the Mail must envy Dacre's media invisibility.
Before the sale, the Telegraph and Country Life had featured Langwell as one of a number of premium properties hard to shift in these straitened times. It was put on the market in September 2008. Its chief attractions are shootin' and fishin': 35 hinds and 25 stags a year are reluctantly culled on average by tourist riflepersons (regular tenants mainly) in the interests of conservation. Non-cullers may just appreciate the natural beauty: "The coastline here is spectacular as are the beaches or you can take advantage of sea trips to the Summer Isles and Handa Island - a very special bird sanctuary," the site promises.
Langwell's Loch a Chroisg - with boat for brown trout fishing
I love the Langwell Estate! I'm thinking of holidaying there for meditative purposes next year - it has four estate cottages, including Langwell Lodge (pictured) for paying guests. Sadly, the 8-bedroom Langwell House, overlooking the River Canaird, is a private dwelling - still, click here for pics and extensive spec. That's where I'd prefer to shack up.
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Don't want, coz this is crap compared to Fallowell's place.
Yeah, 10 to Fallowell, 1 to Dacre
I'm impressed Dacre earns enough to afford this place. At least he pays his UK taxes unlike his boss.
Oh... lovely MA darling. Views are breathtaking and it looks so quiet; the place sure invites one to take long walks hand-in-hand with someone special.
It must also be wonderful for stargazing. I was just thinking a couple of nights back how much I miss starry skies. When I was little our daddy would "pack" us all into his VW and take us for trips to faraway beaches. The roads where not as lit as these days and I would be lying in the back enjoying the spectacular view. There was no need for luxurious accommodations for the adventure to be exciting and happy either.
Dear Blithe, I do hope Dacre takes time out to enjoy his estate, he really does need to unwind and dilute his cares. Screaming "cunt" all day can't be good for the health: whereas the outdoors reconnects the soul after its long sleep in the office.
Suggestion to Mr Dacre. Take his scurvy staff up to his estate and cull them on a weekend shoot. Amanda Platell wouldn't need much of an aim.
I wan to rot there, as long as Broadband is available!
The other day Duncan Fallowell said to me 'I'm not interested in class. I'm interested in kindred spirits.'
I usually want to go to bed with kindred spirits.
"I do hope Dacre takes time out to enjoy his estate."
Well, yes dear; it is rather sad that some of these characters acquire such properties, more than for having an idyllic place to unwind and put aside for a few days their hectic (?) routines, instead they do it to showcase their acquisitive power or, arguably, as an investment and then hardly ever visit the places themselves. Funny how we all carry our own crosses, innit? Happiness comes from the heart and it is useless to look elsewhere for it.
I must state that a little decadence never hurt anyone...I know, I am enjoying it presently...and yes, I have broad band where I am staying also...I have come to the conclusion that being in a quiet pastoral setting is healing..
My Bohemian blood sumoned me to a place thousands of miles away...it suits me...
Let's toast to that MA...Bollinger or Cristal?
my treat...
steph~
Not that I want to sound inquisitive, Steph, but what exactly are you living on? Your art? Your savings? Or...?
Duralex, you never cease to amaze me...
s~
Don't flatter him Steph.
MA, you are correct...jealousy rears it's infantile head once more...I am ceasing to comment on his inane remarks.
s~
<< Duralex, you never cease to amaze me... >>
Okay, thanks, but you didn't answer my question. Haha ! :-)
<< jealousy rears it's infantile head once more... >>
Jealousy? LMAO! No, mere curiosity. Never mind, sooner or later all your "little secrets" will be out. With Madame around, it can't be otherwise. ;-)
A good gosser keeps more secrets than reveals.
...yes, and I do have many...and they are so juicy
s~
> A good gosser keeps more secrets than reveals. >
And bad gossers keep the secrets that don't fit their purposes, right? ;-)
Same difference, sweetheart
please,if you will, define a "bad" gosser?
s~
Easy: all gossers are bad gossers.
Ooh no, good gossers oxygenate the pool after growing fetid with secrets and lies.
"Ooh no, good gossers oxygenate the pool after growing fetid with secrets and lies."
Oh yeah? Mind your own pool, if so.
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