The route to our room snaked through the bowels of the castle (accessible only to guests). No dangerous haunted dungeons, nor mysterious candlelit pathways—only a creepy bleating deer head—and lots of yard-sale-like items accumulated through the centuries and stacked haphazardly in the hallways.
The Still Room. This is another room we passed through each time we left or returned. A bit junk room and a bit museum exhibit, there are family travel photos (including that of an Everest trip made by an uncle in 1922), a giant cooking pot for feeding the Chillingham garrison, and a slightly less massive bowl for pouring oil on unwelcome visitors. There’s also a book of letters from visitors who unwisely stole items from the castle over the years—and suffered curses from the Chillingham witch.
The
Grey Room. Our room was located in
the heart of the ancient castle at
the top of two flights of winding,
narrow stairs. The fine Elizabethan Long Gallery,
with
its timbered ceiling, has a
magnificent carved chimney
piece over a wood-burning stove. Several of the rooms
in the apartment overlook the great
medieval
courtyard.
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