My great-great grandmother who immigrated to this area was an Arnott. My father was named after her. Too bad I'm not rich. Here's why. The ancient seat of clan Arnot is for sale. You get a seven-bedroom Victorian manor, the medieval castle in ruins and one of the nicest gardens in Scotland. The Arnot Tower website has all the info. No price listed. Hey, they already do weddings there. Maybe we could turn it into a bed and breakfast.
And to think we were thinking of retiring in Texas when we could move to the family estate in the Old Country instead. Maybe J.K.Rowling will buy it as investment property. I'd like to think of the spirit of Harry hanging around with the spirits of my ancestors. Hah!
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