Phex presents The White Castle

Sooner or later I’ll write a proper article about The White Castle. But it’s kind of work to investigate about its past and to translate French architectural text into English. Plus… History is not always an exact science and it happens, that two different people have different ideas about the past. I don’t want to piss anybody off, but I don’t want to write bullshit either. The castle is baroque (18th century) and it’s for sale. One fine day I’ll write that article but not today. Today Phex will present The White Castle. He’s the guardian. He knows the scent and the name of every rabbit in the park.

Phex and Rudi guard the castle. Or Phex guards the castle and Rudi stands around because he doesn’t know what to do. Phex says, at this point he can supervise the rabbit population on the meadows. Own photo, licence: Attribution-NonCommercial-NoDerivs
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The southern side of the castle. Some sheepish smelling sheep approach from the left. I (Phex) hope, that it’s not this evil brute Brad. Own photo, licence: Attribution-NonCommercial-NoDerivs
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View of the castle from the southeast. Phex explains the purpose of the blocks of stone in the foreground as follows: those are seats for slow and lazy humans. The stones can be used to stand on them and hold speeches. Wooowooowooo (example of a speech). Own photo, licence: Attribution-NonCommercial-NoDerivs
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Phex looks so wise. He could be a druid sitting under a tree while his beard waves in the decemberwind. Own photo, licence: CC by-SA/ Creative Commons Attribution-Share Alike 3.0 Unported

That’s the court of honour. The tower is really a tower and not a pigeonry. Phex would prefer a pigeonry, because pigeons are tasty. It was built at the end of the 16th or beginning of the 17th century. The tower has a fireplace on every floor and some graffities from the 17th century. Own photo, licence: Attribution-NonCommercial-NoDerivs
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We take a walk over the court of honour and the forecourt now. The forecourt is inhabited by sheep and very nasty rabbits. The rabbits are so fat and lazy, that Phex and the other dogs are often able to catch one. Therefore Phex likes the forecourt.

Two of the stables on the forecourt. The stable on the left is nowadays the home of the sheep. Until the 1950s it was the home of a farmer. In the 18th century it was the chapel of the noble family Le Sens. The stable in the back was the horse stable. The stables were built at the end of the 16th or beginning of the 17th century. Own photo, licence: Attribution-NonCommercial-NoDerivs
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Around the property is bocage. On the muddy wall of the bocage are no hedges though. There are big trees. Around the bocage are small roads and big fields. The village lies in a distance of one kilometre. It is peaceful and quiet. Rabbits run away when we take our walk through the fields. And deer stand on the hills.

We walk around the property and between the fields on the hill. Own photo, licence: CC by-SA/ Creative Commons Attribution-Share Alike 3.0 Unported

It gets later and the sun goes down. It breaks into the layer of clouds. Own photo, licence: CC by-SA/ Creative Commons Attribution-Share Alike 3.0 Unported

After the walk Phex guards the castle while the sun goes down. Own photo, licence: CC by-SA/ Creative Commons Attribution-Share Alike 3.0 Unported

5 thoughts on “Phex presents The White Castle

  1. Oh my favorite folie d’amour…Matt and I will for sure come see you in March! I like how the trees are trimed back so you can see it.
    BTW–oil drilling starts this month…lets hope it’s a gusher…I might be able to be the new owner after all!

  2. “Press” them hard!

  3. […] Phex presents The White Castle in January snow. The castle is for sale. Last time he showed us the castle in December. Admittedly it’s not much snow and people in Maine or Finland might laugh about the three […]

  4. […] My favorite folie d’amour has been on my mind lately thanks to a certain shepherdess. […]

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