Of course, nothing is perfect. Some of the bedrooms were wonderfully appointed with four poster beds. Rooms for couple traveling alone. We were given the original servants quarters at the very top of the house, up several steep flights of stairs. Even though our room was huge and filled with charming furniture, it was still the attic. The location was obviously geared for families traveling with small children, who could scream to their hearts content without disturbing the other guests. Poor us.
“They’ve put us in with the servants, madam!” I groaned rather dramatically.
“Must have known you came from Dagenham.” Frances smiled.
In spite of myself, I grinned back.
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6 comments:
great story!
Were you by yourselves? No bumps in the attic? ( I mean night)
Great post!
Carol
Ah, yes, the fond memories of traveling with children. Probably safe from ghosts way up there in the attic.
I can see I have some catching up to do. Thanks for popping by my blog. The dog you mentioned was unfortunately not ours but our neighbors across the road.
Dagenham? I know it well.
I used to spend every summer in the UK covering Wimbledon and the Test cricket.
WP--no ghosts in this place, but we did have a ghost another year, appropriately enough, when we stayed at Baroness Orczy's (Scarlet Pimpernel) former estate.
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