![]() ![]() But on this particular night I lay listening to the storm feeling snug, warm, comfortable and very thankful that I wasn’t at Castle Rannoch. If I’d been at Castle Rannoch, where I grew up, the wind would also have sent icy drafts rushing down the corridors, making tapestries flap and billow out so that it was almost as unpleasant indoors as it was out. Rain peppered the windows and drummed on the slates on the roof while a wild wind howled down the chimney. ![]() ![]() Nothing like the wild gales that battered our castle in the Scottish Highlands, of course, but violent enough to make me glad I was safely indoors. Weather outside: utterly bloody! Weather inside: cozy and warm.Įnjoying life for once, or would be if Darcy hadn’t gone off somewhere secret again . . .īy London standards, it was a dark and stormy night. ![]()
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