Whilst browsing through my photo folders, like I do, it occurred to me that I never did take you inside Ickworth Hall. You remember our walk around the gardens in this post here. The gardens were glorious, and we have yet to visit again to see the places we didn’t get time to explore.
So here we are. The Library being my favourite room. Of course it was. Where I could sit and read one of the hundreds of books (well if they weren’t guarded over by a rather tall lady who seemed to have her beady eye on me and my camera) Maybe she could tell I was itching to touch everything?
I was wondering if I just eased one of these volumes out would a secret passage way open up?
The rope which was keeping me from sitting at the card table was so small and almost…well not there at all. I could quite easily have hopped across it and put my shawl over my shoulders…see it laying there across the back of the chair? I’m sure the nice lady with the beady eyes wouldn’t have noticed a thing.
Maybe if I offered her a wee cup of tea….
The rest of the house was just as lovely, there was a desk for me to do my blogging from…
Mr D certainly looked the part..there was a lot of looking upwards to do.
There were a few windows to look through, just to see what was there..
How much did I want to sit in that hole.? I could have struck quite the bloggers pose.
Apparently the owners spent all their money on portraits and art. The bigger the better. It’s like me and tea cups.
It’s a cold winter night here, time for bed. I’ll have my bath drawn at 8am. Make it hot.