Baldoon Castle by Motorhome
Wigtown Book Town
Park the Motorhome and peruse the bookshops
Baldoon Castle
The ruins have an air of tragedy about them
Being haunted by the ghost of Janet Dalrymple
With her white garments splashed with blood
The daughter of Sir James was forced to marry David Dunbar
But Janet loved the penniless Archibald
Worn down by her parents’ persistent objections
Janet married David in the kirk of Old Luce
There are five versions of the events that gave rise to the haunting
1) The bride stabs the bridegroom in the bridal chamber and dies insane
2) The bridegroom stabs the bride and is found to be insane
3) Archibald, who was hiding in the bridal chamber stabs the bridegroom
4) Sir Walter Scott immortalised the story in The Bride of Lammermoor
He describes how when the door of the bridal chamber was broken down
The bridegroom was found lying across the threshold dreadfully wounded
The bride crouched in a chimney corner her white dress soaked with blood
5) Tradition says that it was the Devil who murdered the bridegroom
Whatever the events of that night they have left their mark here forever
There are some who claim to have seen the sad and awesome ghost of Janet
Wandering pathetically among the ruins on the anniversary of her death
I will clear up this mystery for you further down the page
The true version:
Janet had gone to the bedroom carrying the remains of the wedding cake
I have the transcript of the conversations which took place in the chamber;
Janet; ‘Mmm, yummy, I love wedding cake’
David; ‘Don’t be greedy, give me a piece’
Archibald, coming from beneath the bed; ‘I want a piece too’
Sir Walter, appearing from a closet; ‘Give me a piece also, Janet’
Janet; ‘Thanks for coming to my wedding, Sir Walter’
Old Nick, the coachman came down the chimney; ‘I want a piece of the action, as well’
Janet; ‘Trust you Nick, to stick your nose in’
Another figure covered in flour came from a window;
‘And who the heck are you?’ everyone screamed out
‘I’m Gregg the master baker, I made the damn cake’ he said
A rain of rock solid icing began hitting the poor baker’s skull
‘Your cake was rotten they all screamed’
When the door was eventually opened the baker was found dead
They were all found guilty of murdering the baker for his dough
Perhaps you would enjoy reading the adventures of Francie and Josie.
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