Dunham is commemorating WWI by returning the Hall to the military hospital it was during that war (you know, like they did in Downton Abbey?). Anyhow, they came up and she had the plan of going to see Belsay Hall or the like rather than our usual routine of just sitting around admiring Charlotte.
|Couldn't decide which I liked best...|
I suggested Seaton Delaval Hall, as none of them had been. So that is what we did, following an enormous lunch at Shiremore Farm (a pub/restaurant). Bill joined us up to the National Trust, our plan for the motorhome adventures being to visit some of these places rather than driving over to the continent this year. Bill has already started planning trips to those with interwar decor, but our first trip will likely be to a place with a Mitford connection.
I've already told you all I can about Delaval Hall.
It was a very cold day, but fortunately the wind wasn't bad.
|Looking up in one of the octagonal rooms either side of the front door.|
|The ceiling of the entry hall.|
|Looking through the central hall to the back of the house.|
|Even if the views were bad (and they are brilliant), the light|
from all these enormous windows is fabulous.
The central hall of this building is having some repairs and so we couldn't see all there was. I was glad that we hadn't paid an entry fee (other than joining of course) as I would have felt a bit cheated.
|Queen Helen. Charlotte knew the word 'king'; she's going|
to be a royalist rather than a republican I gather.
In one of the octagonal rooms Helen found a children's dress up box with crowns and masks. We admired the soft, thick styrofoam like material of the masks, obviously hand crafted; Helen said they were far more comfortable than the usual store-bought masks. I thought it looked like a fun craft project.
|View from the front porch (obelisk in the distance).|
I told Helen this obelisk marked the spot where one of the Delaval's died of a heart attack when out riding. In fact there is another obelisk on the north side of the estate which marks that spot. I've no idea what this one commemorates, if anything. Helen told me 'obelisk' was one of her favourite words as a child. I don't think I ever encountered the word until my first visit to London.
Speaking of fun words, have you ever met a ha-ha? I still remember seeing my first ha-ha, though I can't recall where we were.
|West side ha-ha|
|East side ha-ha.|
They are common enough around stately homes that I don't have the same reaction as earned them their name, but some are quite striking in their invisibility and a fairly brilliant idea.