Had a lovely flight out of Manchester this morning, caught a commuter rail line into the city.
Here's the train station as the taxicab pulled away.
I'm staying in a house, and believe me it's no ordinary house. I've stayed here several times, but never in the rooms I'm presently occupying.
Here's the upstairs corridor on which this suite can be found.
Entering, there's a nice foyer.
The bedroom.
The sitting area and fireplace.
My dressing room--only a portion, it's vast. Huge closets and drawers and cubbyholes and all sorts of compartments for hats, gloves, furs. The former lady of this mansion was extremely fashionable. (You'll meet her in a moment...)
The view from one of my windows--an oriental garden, presided over by a large Buddha statue.
Down the staircase one level is the Tapestry Hall.
Here's one of the dining rooms. Portraits of the builders/original residents are at the far end of the room.
The lady of the house. One day, I hope to write her story...am amazing biography!
One of the many wall tapestries in the dining room.
I took other photographs of favourite spots in this house, so there's more to come. For now, must retire to my dressing room and use it as it was intended to be used.
And to think that just over 24 hours ago I was strolling along a hilly dirt road wearing country garb, my hair uncombed, watching my dogs nosing out the scent of wild and mysterious critters.
And in less than 2 hours, I'll be wearing a name badge bearing my title (The Honorable, in case you've forgotten), hanging out with assorted dignitaries. And a few actual aristocrats.
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