The Easter break and a visit to Hestercombe House in Somerset.This is an image made from the Victorian Terrace. Bonus points to anyone who can spot the two elderly women referenced in the title - I really thought that I'd managed to avoid the inclusion of any of the other visitors, but it wasn't to be. Considering the weather and the number of vehicles in the car park, the place seemed strangely deserted.
Wandering about the formal garden, I found myself reflecting that there must have been a certain frisson in the realisation that you owned this beautiful place. I also reflected that my ancestors would have been amongst the under-gardeners or whatever, so far below stairs as to be completely subterranean, rather than landed gentry.
At home, sat in the middle of the study floor is my grandfather's chest, the one into which he packed all of his possessions when he went into service himself. Now, I get to use it as a coffee table, which makes me feel slightly uneasy and is probably symbolic of something or other.
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