So, where were we? Oh yes. My escapades during my 3 days holiday for 11 during the lead up to the Royal Wedding.
Still gainfully grabbing some of our National Trust membership fee back, we pootled off to Knole in Kent. I had wanted to visit there for some time after becoming a little besotted with Vita Sackville West and reading "A Portrait of a Marriage". And I have to say - it did not let me down. The grounds are amazing and seem to go on forever. Perfect place to picnic.
The house itself is stuffed full of all sorts of aged treasure. The Sackville-West's were avid collectors and boast a monumental trove of antiques. Like, proper, old, delights. In fact, as a girl, Vita had to show guests around. By all accounts, she found this all rather dull. To her it was just home. Not that she was really allowed to touch anything.
We grabbed some tea and cake, as is the law when visiting any National Trust property with The Beard. We had whizzed round Knole, so decided to head off - to Chartwell. Yes folks, we were serious about getting some spondoolies back - 2 properties in one day!
I have been to Chartwell many times before, but I never cease to delight in being there. The views are stunning, the atmosphere intimate and you get an immediate sense of why it's former inhabitant, Winston Spencer-Churchill, loved it so. The whole place is seemingly adored by the National Trust custodians who are dotted about the place, willing to answer any questions you may have.
Regrettably there is no photography allowed inside the house, but the grounds provide ample clicking opportunities. Although the property is large, it is not a winding, west winged affair. I can really see just Winston and Clem, pottering about of a Sunday afternoon.
And then there is the obligatory outfit post. Which is rather dull as you have seen it before. I wear this dress most weekends. Well - I have to get my £1.75 worth!
I have to admit that I did get some sideways glances from other visitors, on account of looking a bit time-warp, but I tend just to smile. I forcibly stop myself from blurting out "No. I am not in costume. I dress like this all the time" *apologetic smile.. looking at floor*
And so ended day 2 of our 3 for 11.
Next up - the bunting factory explosion that was - The Royal Wedding...