Delusions of grandeur
If someone is thinking of giving me the money to buy a stately home, then it would be much appreciated if they could dig deep enough to allow me to purchase Chatsworth.
All it really needs to achieve perfection is someone tall, dark and handsome striding across that lawn to meet me...let's call him Mr Darcy...
There was a man standing fishing in the river. (I didn't take a photo of him because I was scared of retribution.) However, I don't think he could have been Mr Darcy, as I don't see Mr Darcy in waders. (Oh, now I do, and...)
Anyway. Mother, dog and I went for a drive up to Chatsworth on a Sunny Saturday (once the remains of a Foggy Friday had left the sky). Unfortunately, when we got there, the sun went and hid behind a cloud and stayed there for nearly the whole 2 and a half hours we were there. *glares at evil slow-moving cloud*
There was plenty of blue sky, just no sun. In fact someone had even left some blue sky lying around in the river.
"Goodness," quoth my mother. "I think it's time they had some venison for dinner."
Look...there's some sun way over there...*sulks*
We also discovered the perfect way to give your family crest that little je ne sais quoi - use real antlers on your heraldic animals. That'll teach 'em.
Cara does not feel she was made for such grandeur, and takes the first opportunity to go off and investigate more interesting woodland walks behind the house.
Where, after another hour or so, the sun did finally come out (just in time to set) and illuminated a very old tree whose parents hadn't taught it how to recognise a good seeding spot.
Maybe I don't want to marry Mr Darcy after all - these aristocratic drivers don't seem to take much care around pedestrians.
Also, another drawback became apparent when we realised that the Snowdrop Army had followed us even here. Poor Cara was ambushed and only rescued by incredible deeds of derring-do, and a hasty alliance with the aconites.
Ultimately, however, the day ended up with us on the wrong side of an about-ten-feet-high estate wall, which we had to scale (passing Cara between us) and getting very odd looks from the cars on the road the other side. Clearly I am not suited to move in the upper echelons of society. Maybe Mr Darcy could come and live in my flat?
All it really needs to achieve perfection is someone tall, dark and handsome striding across that lawn to meet me...let's call him Mr Darcy...
There was a man standing fishing in the river. (I didn't take a photo of him because I was scared of retribution.) However, I don't think he could have been Mr Darcy, as I don't see Mr Darcy in waders. (Oh, now I do, and...)
Anyway. Mother, dog and I went for a drive up to Chatsworth on a Sunny Saturday (once the remains of a Foggy Friday had left the sky). Unfortunately, when we got there, the sun went and hid behind a cloud and stayed there for nearly the whole 2 and a half hours we were there. *glares at evil slow-moving cloud*
There was plenty of blue sky, just no sun. In fact someone had even left some blue sky lying around in the river.
"Goodness," quoth my mother. "I think it's time they had some venison for dinner."
Look...there's some sun way over there...*sulks*
We also discovered the perfect way to give your family crest that little je ne sais quoi - use real antlers on your heraldic animals. That'll teach 'em.
Cara does not feel she was made for such grandeur, and takes the first opportunity to go off and investigate more interesting woodland walks behind the house.
Where, after another hour or so, the sun did finally come out (just in time to set) and illuminated a very old tree whose parents hadn't taught it how to recognise a good seeding spot.Maybe I don't want to marry Mr Darcy after all - these aristocratic drivers don't seem to take much care around pedestrians.Also, another drawback became apparent when we realised that the Snowdrop Army had followed us even here. Poor Cara was ambushed and only rescued by incredible deeds of derring-do, and a hasty alliance with the aconites.
Ultimately, however, the day ended up with us on the wrong side of an about-ten-feet-high estate wall, which we had to scale (passing Cara between us) and getting very odd looks from the cars on the road the other side. Clearly I am not suited to move in the upper echelons of society. Maybe Mr Darcy could come and live in my flat?
posted by skittledog @ 7:22 pm
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*is transfixed by puppy photos*
More please?
Lovely home, too. If I'm ever a filthy rich author, it's yours. *grin* Provided I can come and stay whenever I want.
Goodness, did you get locked in?
(roaming the grounds in the last of the sunlight)
... or did the advancing snowdrop army have you trapped against the wall?
Can Rian...eh...MR DARCY bring his waders?
Please...no.
Shami - no...we kind of ended up a very long way from the car, and the shortest way back (ie only taking 45 mins or so rather than another 2 hours) was to climb over a stile and head down through the deer park to the river and the road, and one of the lodge gates - which we thought would be open. But it wasn't and there was a very barky dog there and we were feeling a bit illegal by this time anyway, so we kind of just scaled the wall. But immediately after we'd done so another family came along behind us who'd done exactly the same thing - that made us feel better. They were taller though and had no dog and positively skipped over the ten-foot wall with unseemly ease.
Beautiful photos Skit, I particularly liked the one where the sun's hiding behind the clouds and the blue sky trapped in the water.
The sign cracked me up. I want one. *g*
Wow - you had to climb over a ten foot wall? Sounds hard to me.
I love your photo stories, skittles, they're always hilarious. Good lord, I wish I had old stately mansions nearby to visit when I'm bored!
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