Last Sunday evening, Forrest bought a tire on Ebay. This tire just happened to be located a fair distance away and I thought to myself that this was the perfect opportunity for a Columbus Day road trip (since he conveniently had the day off and all).
That is how we found ourselves at Wrest Park for a day out of afternoon tea and gallivanting around 92 acres of beautiful estate.
I think that fall is usually the best time to visit places like this, especially when the country in which one resides does not observe the same holidays as one's homeland (aka they all have to work and we don't!).
The flowers were still blooming, the leaves were all casually spectacular, and best of all! there were about five other people there. I think the rain kept them away. And it didn't even rain most of the day. After we wandered through the house, I think we saw two other people in our entire circuit of the grounds.
It felt like the deepest breath of the freshest air.
England is the type of place where you never feel like you have any privacy at all. You can travel to the most remote corner of Scotland and there will still be people right around the next bend. There are just too many people here.
It's stifling is what it is.
This day out to be alone by ourselves was exactly what we needed.
There may also have been some Opera and/or Gregorian chant going on in the echoey orangery (Forrest..).
These old mansions are going to be the part I miss most about leaving England, I think. I kind of feel rich when I go them? Or at least I feel like I could be rich. Forrest and I imagine our rich life together and talk about our servants, etc. I really enjoy the libraries myself.
I can't believe we're leaving here in less than a month! I'm so ready to go but I'm also not. Leaving anything is hard, I guess.