Oh, what a bummer to find out, yesterday, that we weren't flying out on the Tuesday but actually flying out on Monday. It's like having a lollipop and someone snatching it out of your hand. Or an ice cream cone with a double scoop and they both fall off and hit the sidewalk with a splat just as you're taking a lick.
I will return to reminiscing about our wonderful trip but for now, I want to share a few shots taken at Leeds castle on this, our last full day in England.
I will dearly miss Peter and Sheila and Jo. What a wonderful family I married myself into. Kismet. I'm a very lucky gal, indeed. Gracious, funny, fun...
Anyway, a quick little peek at Leeds and then I'll be back tomorrow evening (hopefully) and every day or so for the next couple of weeks as I reminisce about this awesome trip. It's been amazing. And I have 1854 photos I want to share with you.
I think this is/was Lady Baillie's bedroom or sitting room. I just fell in love with this chair and took 6 or 7 photos of it. This one I managed to catch the lovely floral arrangement at the window. (See - that 1854 photos isn't such a big deal... it's probably only 300 different scenes. I usually take several snaps at a time just to make sure I have something in focus.)
Another chair. And a portrait of Lady Baillie and her daughters.
A statue - not Lady Baillie. I think it's a queen. Perhaps if I read the signs around the castle instead of just looking at the pictures I'd be able to tell you who this is and what it's all about. Nevertheless, it makes a good shot don't you think?
That first chair... again. And the table with the exquisite embroidery under glass. Do you think that people really use this stuff? Sit in the chair - eat at the table? Maybe this was a game table. Eye candy.
Drawbridge. Three of them. The charming Sheila who is always smiling, the effervescent Jo who isn't, the camera-shy Peter who is quite the pistol.
Hmmm... something's up with Jo and Peter. Look look. Look at Jo. Look at Peter. Look at how they smile. Smile Jo smile. Smile Peter smile. Run Gale run.
A dear family if ever I have known one. And I have... and it's them.
'Til next year...