It's a fantastical stick sculpture with turrets and inter-weaving rooms and a lean... excellent to race through and where Princess Rosebud hangs out - fiction not fact, of course, as M is keen to point out. To be found in Lewis Ginter Gardens, where we gathered with two other classmates and their moms for a non-school day picnic, though officially they're not allowed - our mild subversion was overlooked this time. Last time my resting on the mulch on my Dutch behind was reprimanded, for its compacting force!
