My boys gave me an enthusiastic welcome when I got home today. Rick gave me furry hugs and kisses, Paul made me a cup of tea. I had been out for the day with two friends from the village, a trip to Doddington Hall just south of Lincoln.
Doddington Hall is an Elizabethan mansion, a privately owned and family managed enterprise. Rain prevented us from exploring the walled gardens but the house was a delight, slightly theatrical but warm and inviting. Beautiful paintings, furniture and tapestries but not too much in the way of historical artifacts. There was a solitary glass cabinet containing a cavalier’s boots and costume dating back to the Battle of Gainsborough in the sixteenth century. This felt more like a home (albeit a very posh one) and less like a museum.
Then through a narrow corridor hung with old coats. The temperature suddenly dropped and we entered into a room full of snow covered Christmas trees - we had arrived in Narnia. It was an unexpected and charming scene. For a moment we forgot we were mature women of a certain age and took it in turns to dress up as the White Witch of Narnia.
|friend Jackie dressing up as the White Witch|