Our Visit to Castle Howard
We left York after breakfast and drove under a dreary rain-laden sky, the fifteen miles to the first impressive monument that lets you know you are nearing the amazing ‘driveway’ of Castle Howard.
Once there you see a bit more.
Once there, you see a bit more.
Once there, you see the last bit.
We paid our fourteen pounds entry, jumped on the transfer train pulled by a trust tractor and chugged past the front of the Stable Block, a minute or two later we caught our first glimpse of Castle Howard itself.
Castle Howard is one of England’s finest historic houses, situated just outside York in the Howardian Hill, an Area of Outstanding Natural Beauty. Built in the 18th century by Sir John Vanbrugh for Charles Howard, the third Earl of Carlisle, today Castle Howard is home to the Hon. Simon and Mrs Howard and their children Merlin and Octavia.
We left the tractor and found a Rolls-Royce photo shoot in progress, bet they wished they had selected a brighter colour on this drizzly, grey day, for this quarter of a million pound steed. I thought it just got in the way of a nice picture of the front facade of the house.
Directly behind us was the view over the Great Lake. To the front we could see the original ‘areas’ that formed perhaps the first fish farm and nursery pools in the country.
Through the entrance, up into the first room where a portrait of the Hon. Simon Howard hangs. We learned from the very knowledgeable and friendly guide that as guides they change room every half an hour.
In the first bedroom I whispered to the room guide, she looked alarmed, I was horrified when she began to step back from me. I went on to whisper that this was day thirty with no voice and I was no longer infectious. She turned, chewing gum visible and I was left feeling very hurt indeed. Bear told me not to worry as I stepped in to the pink room. He was very taken with the commode.
I cheered up a bit when I saw the bear in the next room.
Each room we wandered through was just breathtakingly charming.
Bees. Delighted to see the pattern on this elderly cloth.
From up on the first floor we had a nice view of the ‘residential quarters’..........
...........and the dodgy coloured Rolls.
Stunning corridor. View of the Atlas Fountain in the garden.
We turned left and found ourselves in a corridor filled with Roman busts, and what a radiator.
A 2nd century Antoninus Pius – AD 86-161. A stained glass window and a stunning clock.
Posing on the stairs. More to follow.......
ALL IN ALL MAGNIFICENT AND VERY BEAUTIFUL