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I am in love with this company and the very high quality of their products. The first thing I bought was the towel ring, which I did review. I went on to buy two more of those. Then I bought the robe/towel hooks. I will review the tissue holder under that category later (also superb).

All of these articles are substantial. If you have kids, you will really appreciate them. That goes for teenagers too. These are strong, simple and take up no room. They look great on the wall in our Tudor house, but are also a wonderful cottage style addition.

Definitely buy …. good prices too!

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Massive, wrought iron gates, stood tall, covered in snow covered ivy. On either side, mounted on grey stone columns, stood two great crouching rats carved in stone, each one’s jaw gaping open in a snarl exposing two rows of weather worn teeth. Their tails coiled neatly around their small, rat feet. Beyond the gate lay an entire mysterious land. Forgotten about. Abandoned. Fled from.The incredulous, thick darkness caped a cloak of sinister evil around the distant, looming silhouette of a castle of which a long, winding path or fresh, untrampled, thick, winter, snow lead to an ancient, castle door, which seemed a marathon away from which i stood. A pale moon hung, glowing in the misty night sky, bathing the scene with a ghostly glow. Storm clouds boiled and frothed in a gloomy sea, swimming towards the castle. Towers belonging to the worn out building, stretched upwards, piercing the sky with their sharp nails.The whole scene was very uninviting.But if it wasn’t for the cold, winter weather i woudln’t be here. I needed shelter from the snow storm that was brewing above me.I fianlly plucked up the courage to treck up to the castle, towards the unknown, my fate held in the Wrought iron nails hands whoever, or whatever may lurk inside. it was much bigger than i had imagined. The huge, worn bricks that built up this tremendous building. covered in ivy. Windows dusty, and stained some boarded up. I banged on the rotting, wooden door. No answer. Maybe it was abandoned after all? I decided unwillingly to shove the door to see if it opened. CC-RR-EE-AA-KK. The rusty hinges, just managing to hold the heavy weight as the door smashed against the stone wall. i walked in. It was a gloomy, fear-inspiring place at the least, but a fire was lit at one end of the room, giving the whole forboding place a eerie feel. Embers leaping and bouncing like children playing together, then disappearing back into the hungry flames. A long, dusty table stretched from one end of the room to the other, a giant, crystal chandeliar hung, suspended on a bolted chain from the vaulterd ceiling. It was probably a happy place at one time, grand dinners fit for royalty served on silver platters. Family Parties. Seasonal Holidays spent happily and joyfull, the proof was all around. Portraits hung on the damp, peeling walls, showed families happy together, painted in fine acrylic, and bordered with golden, decorated frames. There were also large tapestries embroided with fine, gold thread. In the opposite corner to the fireplace a creaking, unsteady staircase, leading, curving round up into the unknown. A rusting, once-silver, suit of armour stood to attention, holding a sword in one hand, cobwebs plastered to him, his empty eyes staring into forever darkness. On the far wall, was a display of different weapons, pistols, javelins, swords, shields, knifes, shot-puts and some of which i’d never seen before. As i studied the room, i failed to realise the dark, shadowy figure that had arrived at the top of the staricase. He stood tall, and bold with a thick wooden stick held in one hand, the end touching the floor. His shadow alone, matched the stern outline of the Count in the biggest portrait hung above the fireplace. as i caught sight of his dark outline, a shiver went straight down my spine, sending all the blood in my body to my feet, glueing me to the spot.’hello’His echoey, croaky voice went straight through me, curdling my blood. His presence alone was intimidating. How can i increase the description in this and also how can i make it better?i know i havn’t got punctuation and captials right but i’ll do that later.
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