WHEN I BOUGHT PECH RIGAL,
the castle was in extremely poor shape. After thirty two years of complete abandon, open to weather, rain, wind, wild life and, worst of all, human beings, vandals, thieves, treasure diggers, squatters or poachers, Pechrigal looked like an renovation task of insurmountable proportion.
The whole west flank was on the verge of collapsing with the walls bulging out under the weight of the roof. This part of the castle had really not been maintained during the previous eighty years and it showed: windows and doors missing, roof caving in, walls cracked, debris everywhere
An aerial view of the castle
The roof is seen caving in
Inside the west flank