Perhaps so.

There actually is a Carter Hall, VTam. It is in a trackless glen, the haunt of hind and hart and hardy hiker. 'Tis there the McPhetridges slew the Magillicuddys, and it's been feared and avoided by the locals since.

When the wind sighs in the crumbling crennels, we almost hear a sob. And when the gorse scrapes against the donjon, it seems to be the tapping of a faery minstrel, playing the spoons down below.

That's Carter Hall.