A cheery looking woman warmly wrapped up in masses of tartan and woolly scarves appeared in front of a bleak and windswept castle, with a brooding moor in the background.

'Oh, hullo, Tiffany - would you care to borrow one of my scarves? It does get a little nippy up here, doesn't it? Especially round this particular castle. There was a Particularly nasty massacre here in the seventeenth century, and the area's had a bit of a reputation ever since.