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                                 DREAM CASTLES

A mortgage-free home situated near a golf course, or an island get-away are the dreams of some people. A few dream of castles, and actually follow through with their extravagant idea.

Unless the chosen castle happens to be a current reproduction, castle dreamers must expect to repair, remodel, redecorate and refinance on a grand scale. Any available authentic castles will be centuries old. However, many castle dreamers toss all of these considerations into their wheelbarrows, and carry on.

On the plus aide, castles provide plenty of space for those who wish a library, miles of wall space for paintings, a bowling alley, and, of course, facilities for stabling riding horses. There will also be acres of grounds on which to design elaborate gardens.

Castle buyers have a tendency to merit titles, ending up as either Sir Somebody, or Lord and Lady Somebody. Visitors to castles are another bonus. Invited or not, they arrive in greater numbers than those who show up on a holiday weekend at your summer cottage. On occasion, visitors may be royalty, since the castle clan is living in an abode of historic significance, which likely had some connection with their regal heritage.

Another fortunate feature is that a property of this size usually includes a few extra buildings, which come in handy for temporary shelter, while the castle itself is made habitable - thus sparing the expense of renting a trailer, or tent

Lets follow some real members of the castle contingent. First we have the couple, Vita Sackville-West and Harold Nicolson.

If you were married to Vita, a clever, independent woman, who was of a romantic disposition and wrote novels, perhaps Sissinghurst Castle, two miles from Cranbrook in Kent, would be just the place to live

She grew up in the famous 165-room mansion 'Knole'. Her husband Harold was a clever diplomat and writer too, who in 1930 agreed that they should purchase Sissinghurst Castle without delay.

Up until 1800 the place had the attributes of a castle, but the remnants of what had not crumbled or tumbled down, scarcely fitted the category. The Nicolsons, however, caught up in some vague charm of Sissinghurst, took on the huge task of saving it from total ruin.

For one thing, the main two-storey brick building stretched its gloomy length in the style of a barracks. This part actually served to house several hundred French prisoners of the Seven Years War (1756-1763); 3,000 seamen prisoners were later herded in. To say that this building resembled a Dickensian workhouse would also be correct, for it had been used in that capacity as well.

By opening up the bricked archway in this huge barracks, a square stone tower could be better appreciated, as it peered from behind its meaner neighbour. This tower was commodious enough for decent rooms, and when approached on foot between stately yews, made an impressive contribution to Sissinghurst.

The couple found a smaller house in which to live while work proceeded on the main section. Vita and Harold used the 'South Cottage’ in the back corner of their property.

By June 8th, 1937, Harold was able to sincerely compliment Vita on her most successful endeavour with the Sissinghurst Gardens. She had shown excellent taste in the types of flowers displayed. Each separate garden had its own appeal: Rose Garden, Cottage Garden, White Garden, Herb Garden, along with orchards, Kitchen Garden, Nuttery, and Lime-Walk. Perhaps these were Sissinghurst's greatest attractions, for the living quarters seemed to outsiders to be strangely fragmented.

The South Cottage contained bedrooms, and Harold's sitting-room. Then a small Elizabethan house, called the Priest's House, to the left of the Tower, housed the kitchen, dining-room, and the bedroom of their schoolboy sons, Ben and Nigel. At least the kitchen and dining-room were on speaking terms. Vita's sitting-room was located on the first floor of the Tower. Later a library was made on the ground floor of the north wing of the long brick building, with separate rooms for the boys above it. The south wing became the premises of cook and chauffeur.

The only other remaining early portion of the castle was the moat — left unto itself, its only excuse for existence, a medieval house, long gone.

With these living arrangements, and no covered connection by means of cloister, loggia, or breezeway, the family must have enjoyed their privacy, while praying earnestly that it wouldn't rain before dinner.

As time went on, the youngest son Nigel made it a home for himself and his family; then in 1966 he wisely made Sissinghurst over to the National Trust. Even now Sissinghurst is well known as part of famous gardens tours.



DREAM CASTLE"No. II



Of the here assembled castles, possibly that chosen by Kenneth Clark came closest to what most people believe a castle should look like - a rambling stone fortress with courtyard, arched entrance and towers.

Kenneth Clark was knighted in 1939, and made a life peer in 1969. As an art adviser to King George VI, and on his appointment as director of the National Gallery at the young age of 31, his reputation grew. His wide knowledge of art, and contagious enthusiasm, was displayed to advantage when he shared them with the public in the acclaimed television series "Civilisation".

Kenneth Clark bought Saltwood Castle near Hythe in Kent in 1953, because he thought that by leaving the fast-moving life of London behind, his marriage to Jane would be given a fresh start; he would have time to write; and scenic places for walking.

Saltwood is the ruins of an early Norman castle damaged by an earthquake in the 16th century. It is said the four knights who murdered Thomas Becket stayed at the castle on the night before their crime.

In a photograph of Saltwood with The Clarks dwarfed in front of a huge tower, one can see the stone battlements, low and sprawling. A moat was part of Clark's view from his study. Also visible was the valley leading to the English Channel.

A library, which was an important feature to both Kenneth and Jane, was organized in one of the buildings that had once housed the Archbishop's Hall of Audience.

Once the Clarks were established in Saltwood, visitors arrived in droves on the weekends, entailing unexpected strain on their staff, and the necessary hosting of long and frequent tours of the battlements.





The company of close friends, however, brightened their lives. Laurence Olivier, Vivien Leigh, Yehudi and Diana Menuhin, and Edith Sitwell came to visit. Guests discovered that the yellow room was haunted, another hazard for castle owners. Perhaps to compensate, the Queen Mother, who had always appreciated Kenneth Clark, performed the customary ceremony of tree-planting when she came.

In spite of the battlements, 'Salters', as Clark nicknamed his castle, had great charms, especially in the lovely shades of springtime. Early winter had its moments of beauty too, and under cover of snow 'Salters' became a fairytale castle.

By the 1970's Clark was beginning to plan for his old age, with Saltwood as his focal point. His solution was to give the Castle to his elder son Colin.

Meanwhile, plans were drawn up by John King for a house to be built on the grounds. The house was designed with three wings, branching off from a connecting central hall. From it there would be a fine view of the castle itself.

Although it sounds odd to have a white frame one-storey home on the castle property, the 'Motel' as it was first named in dislike, became "The Garden House" when totally accepted. In it Kenneth and Jane placed their favourite furnishings and choice collection of paintings from the castle. The official changeover was celebrated on his 68th birthday. Even the successful castle dreamer found it more convenient to sneak away to a home with more modern amenities, leaving problems to their offspring.



DREAM CASTLE NO. III


To be driving along the roads of Tuscany, only to have your car break down at the gates of a romantic-looking castle is not an every day occurrence. (I've always suspected a real estate agent slipped some money to the driver.) It was delight at first glance for Sir George Sitwell in 1909. He purchased Castello di Montegufoni immediately for the modest sum of £4,000. In the Italian castle price range of those days, it might have been called "a nice starter castle".

In translation, an advertisement for the Castle might have run as follows:

For the discriminating buyer: Castelo di Montegufoni is offered for sale. It is the former Villa of the distinguished 13th century Acciaiuoli family. Here is an exceptional opportunity for elegant living in a romantic setting, where your personal taste in decor may be expressed in the one hundred rooms, and huge hall. Other magnificent features include five courtyards, three terraces, chapel, and bell tower. Surrounded by vineyards and orchards, this estate must be viewed to be appreciated.


Incidently, this fictional promotion fails to mention that the castle was inhabited by 297 squatters, and had no drains, electric lights, or central heating.

However, this was no bleak, grey castle of the North, but a Southern style one, where the rays of the warm setting sun bathed the stucco walls in a golden glow.

The buyer, Sir George Sitwell, was the eccentric father of the literary artists Osbert, Edith and Sacheverall. Sir George was quite willing to devote most of his life and much of his fortune to make his dream remain a dream. He lived in a medieval dream world of his own, planning and designing endless improvements.

According to Osbert, the reason for his father's withdrawal from reality may have been due to his failure to communicate with others. This lack was evident when some of the displaced squatters came by with sullen looks to watch the renovations taking place at Montegufoni. Sir George interpreted their presence as showing approval.

In his favour, it must be admitted that the clearing of the inhabitants from the Castle was conducted gradually over several years. In the end about forty peasants remained living in a corner of the property to carry on the work connected with the drying of fruit, vineyards, and other estate work.

In 1923 Sir George and Lady Ida decided to make Montegufoni their permanent home, rather than Renishaw in England. By this time, unsuitable additions of other buildings had been cleared away from the Castle, so that the rooms opened up to lovely vistas. The Cardinal's Court garden was said to be especially attractive with its giant deep pink oleander.

Osbert, Edith and Sacheverall, though busy with their independent careers, took pleasure in the place, and provided their own expertise, particularly in the choosing of works of art.

In his restless manner, their father roamed from room to room, terrace to courtyard, cellar to tower, pondering and scheming for what would be another fifteen years of development. Guests were welcomed and shown about the Castle and grounds with pride.

Unfortunately World War II interrupted this idyllic period.


Osbert, who could see the prospect of war between Italy and Britain looming, warned his father to leave. Sir George took no heed, but continued on as usual. As retainers and other help drifted away, he still made plans for the grotto to be restored.

Meanwhile, foreigners crowded the Italian trains in 1940, as they fled their adopted country. Now Sir George at 80 years of age, widowed and in poor health, wandered about the labyrinth of rooms. Alone he peered over the countryside from his tower, little knowing that the remaining three years of his life would be spent in isolation in Switzerland. Had it been enough for a life? Perhaps for him, it was.

Well, this is not a history of the Sitwell family, but that of a dream castle, which now took on an entirely different phase. Monte-gufoni was confiscated by the Italian Government to house priceless works of art from the important Uffizi and Pitti Galleries, and other parts of Tuscany.

Even with its remote location, the Castelo was not spared entirely, for refugees took shelter there during the War, in the security of the cellars and dungeons. So, below were the people, and upstairs were the paintings worth $320 million or more, both at risk.

Then the Germans arrived and turfed out the refugees. The troops lived upstairs, and finding the collection of pictures in their way, were prone to dispense with them. Guido Masti, the strong-willed person entrusted with the care of these priceless treasures, somehow persuaded the Germans that these masterpieces belonged not to the Italians, but to the world at large.

Eventually Montegufoni came through its ordeal, and Osbert was able to enjoy considerable time there, only using a small portion of the available space. Prince Margaret and Lord Snowden paid a brief visit shortly before he died. Sir Osbert ended his days at the Castelo, helpless with palsy in a wheelchair, frightened of the rats.

Montegufoni was willed to his nephew Reresby, but evidently not the money necessary for its upkeep, so that the Castelo had to be sold to a wealthy local businessman. Thus, Montegufoni became someone else's dream.

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The experiences of these three castle dreamers may sway the vote for more manageable fantasies. Anyone for an abandoned lighthouse?



     by NORMA C. PLUMMER Hamilton Canada