One of the very obvious joys of taking early retirement is being able to go for days out in the week – instead of having to take my chance on a weekend. I do love children, even those little darlings that belong to pushy parents – it’s not usually the child’s fault they’re rude and skittish. I digress. On my days out I relish the opportunity to wander around the rooms of old houses, heritage properties and the like. Invariably there will be a cafe or shop of some kind selling wonderful momentos of my day out with them. Not. However, these shops do offer a grand insight in to what the owners of the property like to have around them personally. The painted shabby chic dressers and furnishings are a wonder – many a petty vase or dinner set has been bought from such beautiful surroundngs. Shabby chic still rules my country sortis.
I have beeen helping out at a local country house – not one of the great big gentry filled places that are very much in evidence around my area. Many of he big families were all but destroyed with civil war in-fighting between siblings, fathers, uncles etc. So to find a house that has escaped much of this cruel activity is tremendous. Inside there are just a few rooms, nothing to taxing for the visitor to take in as they make their way around from room to room and side to side. It helps that one particlar forebearer chronicled her family’s connection with the property by way of commissioned portraits of all the men and later, all the ladies. There is also furniture in each room and we are told in ledgers held in the library, that most of this is original, including many shabby chic pieces – now there’s a thing!