The Burglars of Corfe Castle.

By Margot Barrington-Ward

 

(Opening Page)

 


I can remember very clearly, the location of Corfe Castle is somewhere in Dorset. Now, you know that, think about its current state; tatty old ruin, rocks

suitable for climbing on, looks like it’s been blown up with gunpowder. Wait! Stop! In fact it was blown up with gunpowder. Listen reader, although it’s hard to believe, that tatty old ruin was once a grand castle! Now, if you think about it if it was a special castle then it would have people in it. Loyal kings, royal queens and heart softening princesses. This particular story includes a princess. Princess Florence the First.

  Crunch! Went the gravel under Margot’s feet as she moved her eagle eyes to the exact spot where Aurelia’s orange coloured jumper blew. The wind had picked up and it was very blustery up at the top.

She carefully avoided George who had been rather moody towards her recently. Do not cross with him for being moody reader. He awoke to find his god daughter half way up the castle wall!

The delicious smell of chicken wafted up the hall as the checking boys took a bite of it each to make sure it was not poisoned.