The Loire and Dordogne 2026 - A rather wet and disastrous start to our trip (not us I hasten to add!)

Wednesday 16^th September – New Romney, Kent
 
France here we come 😃. 
 
Our travels are going to take us nearly 5 weeks.  First we will be travelling along the Loire Valley before heading to the coast and turning east going up the Dordogne Valley, before heading home.
 
We left home later than planned as I was waiting for my new glasses to arrive at the opticians. When I finally got the call, it wasn’t what I wanted to hear. They weren’t in the consignment. So we had to leave without them and hopefully we can get them shipped out to one of our campsites.
 
Just to explain, I had my cataracts removed 11 weeks ago and I can now see well for reading but have lazy eye muscles (old age!) which give me double vision at distance, consequently I need special lenses which take longer to make.
 

Anyway, we had a good drive down to New Romney where we are staying before getting the Shuttle tomorrow.

 
Our first week will be spent with a Wandering Bird group as we have done before in France and Germany, last year, and Ireland, earlier this year.  We enjoy the company of fellow motorhomers - it makes a change from just the two of us!!

We met up with Kevin and Liz, who have been on previous trips, and went for a bar meal in the camp site club house.  A quick evening meeting with our leader, Kat, and then back to Kiwi.
 
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Thursday 17th September - Le Mesnil-sous-Jumieges, Rouen
 
It was an early start and we woke up to rain! 
 
A short drive to the tunnel, an easy check in for Rio and then we were off under the English Channel to France.

Only that’s not what happened!!  Half way across, the train stopped and we were told that there was a track circuit failure ahead of us, and we couldn’t go on.   Apparently there was a chance that we could move across to the other track.

Just to top this the opticians rang and my glasses are going to be at least another week. The specialist lenses are going to take longer but no one really explained that to me properly.
 
Eventually, down deep under the sea, (250 feet), we started moving and could feel the train moving across onto the other track as we were being bumped about. After that it was a smooth ride into France.
 
An hour late we were greeted in France by rain, not the best start though the forecast looked better.
 
We were soon on the road and heading to Carrefour at the Citie Europe, where we were supposed to meet up with the others. However, there was a major flaw in the plan. The Citie is huge and no one had said whereabouts we should meet 😅. We drove into the car park, bashing the height barrier on our way. But where was everyone?  The WhatsApp group was pinging like mad with lost motorhomes!  In the end we decided to find our way out and head on down towards Rouen after, once again, hitting the height barrier! 

 
Don’t complain about the price of fuel in the UK, we saw diesel at £2.39 😳
 
What with all the above, we got a WhatsApp message from one of the group, a solo lady, saying she had had an accident and her van wasn’t drivable.  It turned out that it is going to take at least 3 weeks to repatriate the van but fortunately her husband, working in the UK, is going to drive over and rescue her.

We arrived at our site in Le Mesnil-sous-Jumieges in drizzle.  The site is located in a huge loop of the River Seine, we will explore tomorrow.
 

Our evening meeting was held in a small marquee which was just as well as the weather was rather inclement!
 
While we were having the meeting, I discovered that one of the group, another solo lady, hadn’t made it across the Channel.  Apparently, as she was leaving New Romney at 7.30am this morning, she went to get her passport out, but it wasn’t there.  She turned the van upside down twice and then it dawned on her that it was still at home, in Edinburgh!!  She drove to Gatwick, caught a plane, got home and there was the offending passport on the table 😫. She decided to stay the night at home and try to join us tomorrow.
 
What a day.  Please can tomorrow be better 🤩
 
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Friday 18^th September - Le Mesnil-sous-Jumieges, Rouen
 
A disturbed night with Rio deciding that he needed to go out for a poo at 2am!  Richard was dead to the  World so Muggins here went out - thankfully it wasn’t raining.
 
We had a quiet morning trying to decide where to go, but in the end we decided to leave Kiwi where she is and explore the locality on foot.

The campsite is situated in the Base de Loisirs Jumieges - Le Mesnil which is an outdoor leisure centre set around a lake offering water sports, a net course, mini-golf, walking trails, and a golf course.

After lunch we went off for a walk, heading towards the lake. There was a huge green area which had no notices about dogs so we let Rio run free, he had such fun. There were areas for all sorts of activities from volleyball courts to exercise areas. We thought that the lake had been a quarry of some sort and Gem told that it had indeed been a stone and sand quarry which closed in 1980.   There were activities all over the place but the best had to be the zip wire from high in a tree across the sandy bay to the other side!! 

Rio still didn’t want to swim but was quite happy to paddle before having the zoomies!  I was interested in the word zoomies and Gem told me that they were frenetic random activity periods and that the meaning of frenetic is fast, energetic, and somewhat wild or uncontrolled. Think of it as a state of frantic activity - yup that just about sounds it up 🤣

 
The campsite not only has a few mobile homes but also has some tent like structures.

We returned to Kiwi finding Liz on the way, so we sat outside their van with a cuppa which turned into a glass of wine!  After a quick stir fry we had our evening meeting before returning to Kiwi for the rest of the evening.
 
In Jumieges lies the famous Abbaye de Jumieges, one of the oldest and most important Benedictine monasteries in Normandy.  Victor Hugo famously referred to it as "the most beautiful ruin in France."  It was founded around 654 AD by Saint Philibert and was a major spiritual and intellectual centre in Western Europe until its destruction during the French Revolution.  Around 1789, as revolutionary sentiment grew across France, religious orders were suppressed and monastic property was nationalized. The Benedictine monks living at Jumièges were forced to evacuate the abbey, dispersing the religious community that had occupied the site for over a thousand years.  In 1793, the abbey and its surrounding grounds were confiscated by the revolutionary government and sold at auction as bien national (national property). It was purchased by a local timber merchant and speculator named Jean-Baptiste Passouard.  To profit from his investment, Passouard turned the magnificent medieval abbey into an active stone quarry.  For more than two decades, workers dismantled large portions of the structure. High-quality cut stones, marble pillars, and decorative elements were sold off as building materials.  The choir and the central lantern tower of the great Church of Notre-Dame were intentionally blown up with gunpowder to easily extract the stone, leaving behind the open-air void which is seen today.  Nearly three-quarters of the original abbey buildings, including the complete cloister complex, were destroyed during this period.  The destruction finally ended in 1852 when the Lepel-Cointet family acquired the property. Inspired by the Romantic movement and writers like Victor Hugo—who lamented the destruction of France's medieval heritage—the family halted the quarrying, preserved the remaining towers and nave walls, and laid out the romantic parkland that surrounds the grand ruins today. 
 
We had visited Jumieges back in 2016 with my sister and brother-in-law and Penny found these photos.

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Ireland 2026 - The end of our amazing trip round the lovely country of Ireland

Wednesday 17th June

Our last day in Ireland and the sun shone for us.
 
I had picked Kilmore Quay as our last place to visit.  It looked nice and it also had a service point - only the second one we had found in Ireland.  We had had two nights off grid and another two to come so we needed to do some dumping and get some fresh water.
 

We went for a mosey round the village and had lovely crab rolls for lunch followed by an ice cream then a wander on the beach to walk off the food.  We tried to explain to Rio that it was the last Irish beach he was going to walk on, but I don’t think he understood! 

 
We relaxed in the afternoon before doing a short drive to Rosslare where we parked for the night in a supermarket car park!
 
Jem had told me that Kilmore Quay is a charming, traditional fishing village famous for its whitewashed thatched cottages, world-class seafood, and as the gateway to the spectacular Saltee Islands.  I can concur!  It is probably the prettiest village we have seen on our trip and has a proper harbour, not just a wall. 

The waters swirling around Kilmore Quay and the Saltee Islands are among the most treacherous in Europe. Known historically to sailors as the "Graveyard of a Thousand Ships," the combination of hidden rocks, powerful Atlantic currents, and dense sea fogs caused countless maritime disasters over the centuries. The original name for the headland where the village sits was Forlorn Point, a testament to how bleak and dangerous the coast felt to early settlers.  For centuries, Kilmore was just a small cluster of thatched cabins where fishermen launched small canvas boats (currachs) from the storm-beaten beaches. It wasn't until the 1830s and 1840s that the first stone pier and harbour walls were built to give the local fishing fleet a safe haven and create employment during the Famine era.  Many of the iconic whitewashed, thatched cottages you see lining the village streets today date back to the 18th and 19th centuries, built using local stone and clay, and roofed with straw thatch to withstand the fierce winter gales.
 
You can see the Saltee Islands but, as they are bird sanctuaries, they are a definite no no for dogs.  The two islands sitting — Great Saltee and Little Saltee - have a history that reads like an adventure novel.  During the 16th and 17th centuries, the caves of the Saltee Islands became a notorious stronghold for pirates and smugglers who intercepted rich merchant ships traveling between England, Wales, and the Americas. Following the defeat of the United Irishmen Rebellion in 1798, two prominent rebel leaders, Bagenal Harvey and John Henry Colclough, fled Wexford and hid in a remote sea cave on the Great Saltee Island. They were eventually betrayed, captured in the cave, brought to Wexford town, and executed. The site is still known today as Harvey's Cave.

Today’s legend is about the King of the Saltees and, in fact, is true.
In modern history, the islands are famous for an eccentric and wonderful tale of independence. In 1943, a Wexford native named Michael Neale purchased the Saltee Islands. As a young boy, he had made a solemn promise to his mother that he would one day own the islands and become their king.  In 1956, he officially crowned himself Prince Michael I of the Saltees in an elaborate ceremony on the island, complete with a custom-made crown, robes, and a coat of arms. He planted thousands of trees, declared the islands an absolute sanctuary for nesting seabirds, and even erected a stone throne on the Great Saltee that remains to this day. His family still owns the islands and maintains his conservation legacy, keeping them open for day-trippers to enjoy the wildlife.
 
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Thursday 18th June
 
That was probably one of the worst nights ever!  3 motorhomes, 3 campervans and 18 truck tractor units, the drivers of which seemed to think that it was reasonable to run their engines on and off all night. The road was also very busy.  I’m not joking when I say I got 2 hours sleep. 

We were on road at 7am for our 5 minute journey to the port.  The check in process was simple and we were soon onboard and in our dog friendly cabin.
 
The ferry left spot on time - 8.15am, and it was a relatively smooth crossing though there was some fog around. We arrived in Fishguard about 11.30 (15 minutes early) but were almost the last vehicle off the ship at midday.
 
I’d found a park up a few minutes from the port. Richard had some lunch and I took Rio for a nice off lead walk down a lovely footpath.
 
Our next destination was to spend the night with an old boating friend who lives near Swindon.
 
We spent a really lovely evening with James catching up.  Rio loved the freedom of a garden and spent a lot of time mooching about.
  
 
Friday 19th June
 
James cooked us a lovely full English breakfast.  That’s both of our single friends we stayed with, to and from the ferry, who cooked us a lovely breakfast!
 
We had a two hour drive down to Milford-on-Sea in Hampshire where we were meeting the family for our annual camping weekend.
 
Once we had arrived and set up camp, we relaxed sitting outside – a first in 6 weeks!!
 
I’m not going to bore everyone with what we did over the weekend but we had a lovely time and returned home on Sunday, to HOT weather.
 
Our next trip is to the Loire in September so, hopefully, we can catch up again then.  Thank you for following me 😊
 
 
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These are a few things that I specifically noticed about Ireland.
 
Every town has flashing digital lights with the speed limit you are doing as you enter the village – brilliant idea.
 
Rings – the Irish love to make driving rings round places they think tourists would like to go.  Jem tells me that while there is no single official government count of "ring drives" in Ireland, there are 5 primary, globally famous coastal loop routes.  However, if you include smaller scenic loops and peninsula routes, there are closer to 12 to 15 well-established ring drives across the island.
 
We noticed a huge amount of property for sale from small, terraced houses in towns to large farms.
 
The west coast of Ireland has the most appalling road services.  Yes, worse than the UK!!
 
We, including Rio, just loved the amazing beaches in County Cork.
 
I loved the bleakness of County Kerry.
 
The Irish seem to love their flags.  Everywhere there are flags flying from lampposts, telegraph poles and flag poles in gardens.  The flags seem to vary between the County flag and the local football club!
 
Possibly the worst thing in Ireland, for motorhomers at least, is the lack of rubbish bins.  If you are lucky, you might find a small bin with a tiny hole in it to put your ice cream stick and wrapper, but there is nowhere for motorhomers to put their rubbish, other than to go to a caravan site.  However, there is no rubbish lying around as there is in the UK.

Ireland 2026 - A well preserved fort, a train ride, a famine ship and our last lighthouse

Sunday 14th June
 
A nice quiet and undisturbed night.
 
As we were parked right outside Charles Fort we had to make a visit. We paid our money and were really surprised as to how well preserved it all was, even the grass was well manicured!  I could almost sense the soldiers wandering around.

Being a woman, I was flabbergasted at how the soldier’s wives were treated.  Only a tiny percentage of ordinary soldiers in a regiment were officially permitted to marry "on the strength." For those few couples, the wife was recognized by the army, allowed to live within the garrison (often in cramped, shared quarters separated only by blankets), and received half-rations.  These women earned their keep by doing essential, heavy labour for the garrison—primarily cooking, mending uniforms, and managing the heavy, boiling tubs in the laundry blocks.  If a soldier married without the commanding officer’s permission, his wife was "off the strength." She received no rations, no medical care, and no housing. When a regiment was reassigned or shipped abroad, these women and their children were simply left behind at the fort gates. 
 

Charles Fort is a spectacularly preserved 17th century star-shaped military fortress which was constructed in the late 1670s. It is one of the largest and most impressive military fortifications in the country, commanding a magnificent, strategic vantage point right over the waters of Kinsale Harbour.  Having played a significant role in major historical events like the Williamite War (including the Siege of Kinsale in 1690) and the Irish Civil War, the interior houses a fascinating mix of ruins, including old soldiers' barracks, officer quarters, ammunition stores, and stable blocks.

On the opposite side of the river are the ruins of James Fort. Together, they represent the strategic military weight Kinsale held on the world stage during the conflicts between England, Spain, and France.  Historically, a massive iron chain was stretched across the seabed between these two fortresses and raised to physically block enemy warships from entering the inner harbour.

We needed LPG and I had found a garage in Cork which sold it. (LPG is not that easy to come by in Ireland).  It was very expensive at £1.36 a litre (it is usually around £1 a litre). however, their diesel was £1.56, but we didn’t need any 😢

 
We drove to a beach just south of Youghal - it doesn’t seem to have a name!  We were on an aire called Frank’s Field with space for 20 motorhomes, which backed onto the beach. Without electricity it was £10. The beach wasn’t the best but Rio enjoyed it, nevertheless.
 

One of my last minute Amazon purchases before we left home was an AA road atlas of Ireland. I didn’t have time to look at it before we left but it has been indispensable. It is A4 and has shown the WAW in yellow which has been brilliant. I have had two phones going with Google on. One has been attached to CarPlay and the other on my knee so I could watch where we were heading to. The map was on the table behind me so I could grab it quickly.  So often Mrs Google wanted to cut a mile off our journey by sending us down a totally unsuitable road, so if I could grab the map in time, I could reroute Richard!  However, now the WAW has ended I have to work out where we are going, certainly not so many single track roads with grass growing down the middle of them!!  I am missing the WAW though ☹️
 
Today’s myth/legend
Right in the southern suburbs of Cork City sits The Lough, a tranquil limestone lake with a tragic, submerged backstory.  Long ago, a great king named Corc had a palace in a lush valley where the lake now sits. In his courtyard was a spring of pure, magical water. Fearing it would run dry, the king locked it away behind a heavy door, letting only his daughter, Fíoruisce ("Spring Water"), hold the key.  During a grand feast, Fíoruisce went to fetch water with a heavy golden goblet. She lost her balance and fell into the well. The magical waters burst forth with such untameable force that they flooded the entire valley, drowning the palace. It is said that on clear days, you can glimpse the towers beneath the water, and on quiet nights, you can still hear the phantom music of the king's eternal party playing from the depths.
 
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Monday 15th June
 
We were pitched with our heads slightly downhill and both woke up with headaches!  We will have to watch that in future.
 
We drove to Tesco in Youghal to do some shopping.  I had wanted to have a look round Youghal but I couldn’t see anywhere to park a motorhome. I wanted to see the Youghal Clock Gate Tower which was built in 1777 on the site of the old medieval city gate, this iconic structure straddles North Main Street. It served as a jail during turbulent times and is now an excellent museum.  Film buffs love that John Huston used Youghal's harbour as "New Bedford" in his classic 1956 movie Moby Dick. You can still grab a pint at the Moby Dick Pub on the pier, which is packed with memorabilia from the production.  Photo borrowed from the internet.

We drove up towards Waterford along good straight roads with plenty of room, it made such a difference not being pushed into the hedge all the time.  There have been times when I have had to shut my eyes as there is a wall much too close to Kiwi for my liking!
 
We headed to the Waterford Suir Valley Railway where there is a narrow gauge diesel train ride.  It was a very bumpy ride but it was a lovely view right down the side of the River Suir.  I'm afraid that Rio didn't like it at all, he normally loves trains but obviously prefers first class steam trains!

The line’s creation was heavily driven and funded by William Cavendish, the 7th Duke of Devonshire. His goal was to connect his sprawling estate at Lismore Castle with the port at Waterford to export cattle, sheep, pigs, and fresh salmon caught on the River Blackwater.   Because the South Waterford landscape is so undulating and hilly, building the line was an engineering headache. It required a series of sharp curves, steep gradients, deep rock cuttings, several spectacular stone over-bridges and a 418-foot tunnel at Durrow. It quickly earned a reputation as one of the most scenic—but financially draining—railway routes in Europe.  The line originally opened to traffic on August 12th 1878.

For nearly a century, the standard-gauge (5ft 3in) line was a vital artery for County Waterford. The line suffered during the Irish Civil War; in August 1922, the spectacular Ballyvoyle Viaduct further down the line was blown up by the IRA, causing a train to crash into the breach. It was later rebuilt.  After World War II, passenger and freight traffic dwindled as road transport took over. The national transport operator, CIÉ, officially closed the line to regular passenger and freight traffic on March 27, 1967. 
 
The idea to bring the railway back to life was actually born over drinks at a New Year's Eve party in 1996 between Frank O’Donoghue (Chief Executive of the Waterford Chamber) and Michael Wilcock (a railway enthusiast). To make the heritage project viable and family-friendly, the volunteers chose to build a narrow-gauge (3-foot) railway instead of the original standard gauge. Starting in 2000, a dedicated crew—led by a retired Irish Rail inspector named Dan Donovan—manually cleared the overgrowth and laid the new narrow track using picks and shovels, just as the Victorians had done. 
 
The 6 mile long Waterford and Suir Valley Railway officially opened to the public in May 2003.
 
I had found a park up a few miles away at Killoteran on the Waterford Greenway overlooking both the railway track and the river. 

The Greenway is Ireland’s longest off-road trail (28.5 miles in length) and follows the old railway track which is a mostly flat path from the heart of Waterford City all the way to the coastal harbour town of Dungarvan.  Because it follows an old railway line, the gradients are gentle, making it exceptionally accessible for walkers, cyclists, and visitors looking for a smooth, scenic journey.
 

Right next to the car park are some lime kilns.  During the 1800s and early 1900s, lime burning was a widespread rural industry across Ireland. Local workers would pack these kilns with layers of crushed limestone and fuel (such as coal or wood) and burn them at intense temperatures exceeding 900°C to create quicklime.  They were located by the railway as it allowed heavy loads of coal to be delivered easily right to the top of the kilns.  Once the limestone was burned down into a powder, it was used by local farmers to sweeten the soil (reducing soil acidity) and as whitewash for traditional thatched cottages. The train line made it seamless to ship the heavy product across the agricultural heartlands of County Waterford.

In the evening the car park filled up with joggers, I just hoped they wouldn't start at 6am in the morning.
 
Today's myth/legend
Located in a field just a short distance from the Kilmacthomas section of the Greenway, the Cloughlowrish Stone (Cloch Labhrais, meaning "The Speaking Stone") is a massive, fractured glacial erratic boulder.  According to local folklore, this giant rock was once a living, speaking entity capable of delivering absolute justice. It acted as an ancient lie detector for the local community.  The story goes that a local woman came to the stone to swear her innocence regarding a serious accusation. The moment she uttered a lie, a massive crack split the boulder completely in two. It hasn't spoken a word since, but the deep fissure remains as a permanent warning to dishonest travellers.
 
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Tuesday 16th June
 
There were no joggers at 6am but it was raining when we woke up though it did improve throughout the day.

We headed to New Ross to visit the Dunbrody Famine Ship, a full-scale replica built locally in New Ross, County Wexford, Ireland.  Construction began in 1997 and the ship was officially launched on February 11th 2001. 

The original Dunbrody was commissioned by the Graves family of New Ross and built in Quebec in 1841.  As a merchant vessel carrying timber from Canada, guano from Peru, and cotton from the American South, the Dunbrody was quickly refitted to carry passengers when potato blight devastated Ireland.  Between 1845 and 1851, she carried an estimated 4,200 emigrants across the Atlantic. While many vessels of the era earned the grim nickname "coffin ships" due to horrific mortality rates caused by overcrowding and disease, the Dunbrody had a remarkably high survival rate. This was largely credited to her captains, John Baldwin and later William Williams, who maintained strict hygiene standards and ensured adequate water rations.
 

Life onboard the Dunbrody during her emigrant voyages (1845–1851) was a test of sheer psychological and physical endurance. For the steerage passengers - the poorest travellers who occupied the lower decks - the six-week journey across the Atlantic was defined by darkness, confinement, and rigid rules.  The lower deck was essentially a long, dark warehouse with a ceiling less than six feet high.  Wooden bunks measuring roughly six feet square were built in tiers along the sides of the hull. Each of these platforms was shared by up to four or five people - often entire families - packed in side-by-side with their few remaining earthly belongings.  There was no electricity and no windows. The only natural light and fresh air came down through the open hatchways.  Passengers were only permitted up on the main deck for about one hour each day to breathe fresh air and use the basic latrines. The other 23 hours were spent below. If a storm rolled in, the crew battened down the hatches completely, leaving hundreds of people trapped in pitch blackness, tossing violently in the stifling heat.  Passengers had to be largely self-sufficient when it came to meals.  The ship provided legal minimums of basic dry provisions—mainly biscuit, meal, flour, and a strict allotment of about three quarts of water per day.  To cook, passengers had to take turns using the galley—open, brick-lined fire hearths up on the exposed top deck. If the weather was calm, queues formed early. If a gale was blowing and waves were crashing over the deck, the fires could not be lit. Passengers went hungry, having to eat raw meal mixed with water. 

 
Standing in the hold of the  Dunbrody it was hard to imagine about 200 people in there hanging on, as the ship pitched and tossed in the Atlantic Ocean.

 
On our way back to Kiwi, we passed a butchers which looked good. Good?  It was amazing!  The best butchers I have ever been in.  Not only was there wonderful fresh meat but yummy looking ready meals and lots of meats all ready prepared for the oven.  
 

We drove down to Hook Head where there is one of the oldest operational lighthouses in the entire world - over 800 years old. The structure seen today was built in the early 13th century, around 1201 to 1205, by William Marshal, the Earl of Pembroke to guide his commercial trade ships safely into the port of New Ross.

 
Long before the Norman stone tower was erected, a 6th century Welsh monk named Saint Dubhán established a monastery on the peninsula. The monks kept a beacon fire burning on the headland to warn sailors of the treacherous, jagged rocks below, making it a site of maritime safety for nearly 1,500 years.
 
The lower and middle tiers of the main stone tower, the massive vaulted stone ceilings inside the chambers, and the rough-hewn 115-step spiral staircase are all original though the light has been modified over the years as technology has advanced.  The light was fully automated in 1996.
 
There is a park up about 500 yards from the lighthouse which suited us nicely.  Our last lovely Irish park up 😢
 
As we drove to Hook Head I noticed a large house, Loftus Hall, perched on the edge of the cliff. The driveway was all blocked up so I guess the Hall is shut up now. So today’s legend comes from the Loftus Hall.
 
The mansion's reputation as "the most haunted house in Ireland" stems from a famous 18th-century ghost story involving the Tottenham family, who resided there at the time.  According to legend, during a severe storm, a mysterious stranger arrived at the house seeking shelter. The family took him in, and over the course of several days, a young woman named Anne Tottenham became quite close with him. One evening while playing a game of cards, Anne dropped a card on the floor. When she bent down to retrieve it, she glanced under the table and noticed the stranger had a cloven hoof instead of a human foot.  Upon being discovered, the stranger allegedly transformed into a ball of fire and shot straight through the roof. Anne was left deeply traumatized, spending the rest of her days locked away in the mansion's Tapestry Room until her death. Visitors and past staff have long claimed to see her ghost wandering the corridors.
 
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