Family visit and a trip to Kedleston Hall
I can’t believe it’s March already. Where did January and February go? I’ve only just got over Christmas…
One of the best things about Christmas 2011 was that my folks and sister came down for a few days. It had been several years prior to that since we’d last had a full family Christmas get-together. And, since that was almost a quarter of a year ago, Paula and I decided to visit my parents this past weekend to say “hello” and to wish my dad a happy birthday. It would also give us a chance to catch up with my sister and to meet her Mexican friend who was staying with her for a short time.
After an enjoyable evening meal with my parents on Friday, Paula and I decided to make the most of our annual National Trust membership and took the short (30 minute) drive from my parents home to Kedleston Hall in Derbyshire. Despite being fairly close to where I was born and raised, I’d never been before. In fact, I didn’t really no much about it at all. That, as it transpired, turned out to be a very good thing as I was very impressed with what I saw once I got there.
After a brief wander around the exhibits on the lower floor, we assembled in the main lobby area with other visitors in readiness for our guided tour around the hall. The tour was conducted by a very knowledgeable gentleman by the name of Selwyn and he was assisted by an equally knowledgeable lady by the name of Heather. Seeing the camera slung around my neck Selwyn stated that I should feel free to take as many photos as I liked during the tour and – hanging back from the main crowd – I was able to grab a few half-good photos of the state rooms within Kedleston Hall. In doing this, Heather kindly provided Paula and I with additional information and history about the house, it’s exhibits and the lives of those who lived (and still do live) there.
A selection of my photos can be seen below.
Sunday was very much a relaxed day and saw Paula, my parents and myself all heading over towards Nottingham to meet my sister. An earlier phone call had given us the opportunity to arrange a Sunday meal together before Paula and I made our way home back to South Wales. It was a long wait until we ate (it was very busy at the pub) but it was worth it in the end. The meal eaten and farewells offered, we went our separate ways as the evening drew in. Until the next time…