In the Sherlock Holmes novel The Valley of Fear, John Douglas finds himself fleeing some of the most dangerous men in America.
On arrival in England, his first move is to invest in a fortified property, complete with a moat and a drawbridge, from which to defend himself.
Back in the real world, the factors of privacy and security are still an important part of a castle’s appeal, but buyers also yearn for the romance of owning a home that has survived—or, indeed, played a role in—hundreds or even thousands of years of history. Happily, these properties aren’t only ideal for keeping people at bay, they also lend themselves to entertaining on a grand scale. And there’s always the comfort that, should one attract the attention of an evil secret society, the perfect hideout has already been arranged.
Tuscany, Italy, €5.5 million (£4.8 million)
Built in the late 1100s on the remains of a Roman castrum and substantially extended and converted in the 1500s, Castello di Pergolato is a perfect fusion of medieval and Renaissance Italian architecture. Set in the rolling countryside of San Casciano Val di Pesa, not far from Florence, and presented in wonderful condition, it offers 12 bedrooms and 12 bathrooms, as well as three atmospheric, wooden-roofed reception rooms and a magnificent network of cellars. Knight Frank (020– 7861 1057; www.knightfrank.com)
Torres Novas, Portugal, price on application
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Save our family farms
IT Tremains to be seen whether the Government will listen to the more than 20,000 farming people who thronged Whitehall in central London on November 19 to protest against changes to inheritance tax that could destroy countless family farms, but the impact of the good-hearted, sombre crowds was immediate and positive.
A very good dog
THE Spanish Pointer (1766–68) by Stubbs, a landmark painting in that it is the artist’s first depiction of a dog, has only been exhibited once in the 250 years since it was painted.
The great astral sneeze
Aurora Borealis, linked to celestial reindeer, firefoxes and assassinations, is one of Nature's most mesmerising, if fickle displays and has made headlines this year. Harry Pearson finds out why
'What a good boy am I'
We think of them as the stuff of childhood, but nursery rhymes such as Little Jack Horner tell tales of decidedly adult carryings-on, discovers Ian Morton
Forever a chorister
The music-and way of living-of the cabaret performer Kit Hesketh-Harvey was rooted in his upbringing as a cathedral chorister, as his sister, Sarah Sands, discovered after his death
Best of British
In this collection of short (5,000-6,000-word) pen portraits, writes the author, 'I wanted to present a number of \"Great British Commanders\" as individuals; not because I am a devotee of the \"great man, or woman, school of history\", but simply because the task is interesting.' It is, and so are Michael Clarke's choices.
Old habits die hard
Once an antique dealer, always an antique dealer, even well into retirement age, as a crop of interesting sales past and future proves
It takes the biscuit
Biscuit tins, with their whimsical shapes and delightful motifs, spark nostalgic memories of grandmother's sweet tea, but they are a remarkably recent invention. Matthew Dennison pays tribute to the ingenious Victorians who devised them
It's always darkest before the dawn
After witnessing a particularly lacklustre and insipid dawn on a leaden November day, John Lewis-Stempel takes solace in the fleeting appearance of a rare black fox and a kestrel in hot pursuit of a pipistrelle bat
Tarrying in the mulberry shade
On a visit to the Gainsborough Museum in Sudbury, Suffolk, in August, I lost my husband for half an hour and began to get nervous. Fortunately, an attendant had spotted him vanishing under the cloak of the old mulberry tree in the garden.