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My witching quarry I have always been fascinated by the world of witches. The stories, the myths, the legends - they have captivated my imagination for as long as I can remember. And so, on a cloudy autumn day, I set out on a mission to find a witch. I had read countless books on the subject, studied old maps and journals, and listened to the tales of old folks in search of clues that would lead me to my witching quarry. My goal was not to harm the witch, but rather to experience firsthand the enchantment and magic that surrounded them. I ventured deep into the heart of the forest, where ancient spells whispered through the trees and mysterious symbols adorned the moss-covered ground.

Shopping
Browse a dozen shops on the Estate, including A Christmas Past, Bookbinder's, Toymakers, and Confectionery in the Stables beside the house. Don't miss the Wine Shop at the Winery. The Gate House Shop at the entrance of the Estate carries a sampling from many of the other shops.

Expert-Guided Visit 2-hour expert-led house group tour including personal Vanderbilt history and estate stories, and access to areas off the main tour based on interest. Expert-Guided Visit 2-hour expert-led house group tour including personal Vanderbilt history and estate stories, and access to areas off the main tour based on interest.

I ventured deep into the heart of the forest, where ancient spells whispered through the trees and mysterious symbols adorned the moss-covered ground. The air was thick with the scent of herbs and potions, and I could almost hear the cackle of a witch in the distance. As I pressed on, I stumbled upon a secluded cottage nestled among the trees.

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Its windows were adorned with mystical symbols, and smoke rose from the chimney, carrying with it the aroma of some otherworldly brew. This had to be the lair of a witch. With trepidation and excitement, I approached the cottage and knocked on the weathered wooden door. It creaked open, revealing a small, dimly lit space filled with odd trinkets, books, and cauldrons bubbling with mysterious concoctions. And there, standing in the center of it all, was the witch. She was not what I had expected. No warty nose, green skin, or pointy hat. Instead, she was a wise, gentle-looking woman with silver hair and kind eyes. She welcomed me warmly, sensing my curiosity and eagerness to learn. Over cups of tea brewed from herbs I couldn't pronounce, the witch shared with me her knowledge of ancient rituals, healing remedies, and the power of the natural world. She revealed the secrets behind her spells, showing me that magic wasn't just about incantations and potions but also about the intention and energy we put into our actions. As the sun set and the stars began to twinkle in the sky, I thanked the witch for her wisdom and bid her farewell. I left her cottage with a renewed sense of wonder and a deeper understanding of the magic that exists within and around us. Finding my witching quarry was not about finding a mythical creature with supernatural powers. It was about unearthing a part of myself that had always been drawn to the mystical and the unknown. The witch had shown me that magic is not something to be feared or dismissed, but rather embraced and explored. And so, my journey continues. In the pages of dusty old books, in the whisper of the wind, and in the stories passed down from generation to generation, I search for new witching quarries, eager to unlock the secrets they hold and to embrace the magic that resides within us all..

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