Celtic Castles: Mansfield - Poem by JOHNNY COBB
Another adventure of a lifetime
as we travel back to the Old World:
A vacation to Scotland and England
with a happy wife and ten year old girl.
Our train winds through Scottish Highlands.
Missing the last train to Tain was a hassle.
Took a scenic bus route by the North Sea
'til we finally reached Mansfield Castle!
We're greeted by young men in plaid kilt
and even though it's the middle of June,
They escort us to a roaring fireplace
And then settle us in our cozy room.
Two centuries of ornate elegance,
majestic Mansfield sits atop the hill,
looking down on Scotland's oldest burgh.
Pampered with breakfast in bed was a thrill.
Stunning views of the Firth of Dornoch
we enjoy the history of local clans.
Strolling through gorgeous flower gardens
it's our sanctuary in the Highlands!
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