Guess where we have just been?
It was probably for the best that while we were watching the Gatherings At Country Houses movies we had entirely forgotten that we were booked to GO to a country house for Jenny’s birthday.
It was the Bath Priory Hotel, where we last stayed for Jenny’s 60th. We got there at about 3pm and were given our usual room:
complete with all mod cons:
The staff brought our bags up while we went for a civilized walk in the grounds, under a bleak November sky.
We passed on the croquet this time, and paused only to admire the sinister fairy-ring of shaggy cap mushrooms,
the piquant juxtaposition of late white roses with the dry thorny stems of thistles,
the sudden and unexpected head of a woman,
and, er, a sundial.
Then we headed in to the library for tea,
changed for dinner, and had aperitifs (Bollinger with powdered pearls dissolved into it a la Antony and Cleopatra*) in the drawing room, under the eye of a stuffed owl.
I am happy to report that we managed to avoid gunshot wounds, Chinese Roulette-related-injuries, and any and all of each other’s current or former lovers for the 24 hours that we were there. (Not that it wouldn’t have been lovely to see you!)
[Bigger versions of all pictures available here, should you want them.]
* pearls: model’s own