There it stands on a tiny island surrounded by rocks — this lonely Norman castle where people use to live, work, and play. And they lived, worked and played for the Lord of the manor Eric and his Lady Isabel.
Eric and Isabel were so in love and Isabel prayed daily that no one would break their stronghold or challenge Eric and his loyal soldiers to battle.
Eric was a good Lord. He cared for his people and loved Isabel with his whole heart. It is said that Eric’s ghost haunts the castle still looking for his Lady who waited and waited for him to come home to their castle from war.
But Eric never came home and Isabel lost hope. You can hear her wail of disappear in the ocean. Eric’s ghost never finds Isabel’s wail and Isabel’s wail never reaches Eric’s ears. Theirs is not a happy tale, but it was once.
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