I suspect that whatever your criteria for grand might be, Chatsworth House could fulfil it. I honeymooned in the Peak District almost 25 years ago, and the memory of its grandeur and the beauty of the surroundings remains with me. The house sits in extensive grounds, with a wooded hill rising up behind it. I returned, with my daughter Lisa, on a day unbelievably lovely for December.
I noted from Wikipedia that during World War II the house was occupied by 300 schoolgirls, for six years. The Duke felt that they might be easier on his home than the soldiers who would otherwise be billeted there. I’m not so sure! In any event, they grew vegetables in the Kitchen garden to contribute to the war effort, and skated on the Canal Pond when it froze over.
Onwards and upwards to the Grotto next, where you can sit in the bandstand, mistress of all you survey. A lady visitor was obviously much pleased with her surroundings, and I tried, in my halting French, to exchange a few words.
And if you’re very good, you just might try
I don’t feel that I’ve really done the gardens justice. Maybe it’s because I was so overwhelmed by the beauty of the house. The “Narnia” Christmas theme made it very special. I’ll be writing more about the house and its occupants later this week.
In the meantime, I hope you feel you’ve had a grand day out? (yes, I quite like Wallace and Gromit too) I’m linking this post to Cheri’s Weekly Photo Challenge. Join me there?