The Sword & The Grail

The Sword & The Grail

The castle lay like an old man of the hill, the moonlight shone on his craggy, tumbledown face. Moss clung in the shade of the ancient walls like a straggly beard. The once-proud towers had crumbled in places giving the impression of a dishevelled party hat. So is the plight of King Arthur’s castle. The time has come to revisit this castle haunted with stories of the traitor lovers!

The castle lay like an old man of the hill, the moonlight shone on his craggy, tumbledown face. Moss clung in the shade of the ancient walls like a straggly beard. The once-proud towers had crumbled in places giving the impression of a dishevelled party hat. So is the plight of King Arthur’s castle. The time has come to revisit this castle haunted with stories of the traitor lovers!