Burton Constable Hall is a large country house, approximately 10 minutes drive from where I grew up. The Grade I listed, Elizabethan property that stands today, began its construction in the 1560s and is surrounded by 300 acres of parkland designed by Capability Brown.
If you were to visit the hall, you’d likely learn that it has been the seat of the Constable family for over 400 years. You’d probably marvel at the interiors decorated in original furniture and features from the 18th century and you may even discover that parts of the building date back much further to Medieval times.
It’s several years since I’ve wandered in its peaceful grounds and the last time I explored the rooms, everything was distinctly larger and taller, so it was lovely to return over the Easter holidays with my mum.
Yet, as elaborate and intricate as the ceilings, bedrooms and even the radiators were, the rooms ‘dressed’ in their original splendour were not the most interesting to me. All a little too ostentatious and gilded.
The school summer holidays; Forty plus days of no work and having time to catch up on lost sleep, half-read books and to get out exploring.
But despite being in the midst of a storm as I type, which has brought some much needed rain, for weeks the whole of the country has experienced soaring temperatures which has seen me retreat to a darkened room faster than a vampire evading a crispy death!
I don’t do hot.
So I’ve found myself (among other, cooling, lets-not-use-much-energy activities) returning to video games. I’ve always considered myself a gamer – not a proper one, with a multi-platform set-up, a swivel chair and my own Twitch channel. More that I’m someone who likes to dabble in different games, dip a toe in and move on to something else when I can’t conquer a level.
You know, like every other hobby I’ve ever had. 😉
Hello and how are we all on this first day of June?
Since posting every day in April (*cough, cough) to accomplish the A-Z challenge, I’ve taken a month off from the blog to catch up on
sleep other activities.
‘Where have you been?’ I hear you ask. Well, I’ve been to Africa to feed lions.
Out of the two options, feeding lions probably seems the less likely but that is exactly what I had the marvellous opportunity to do!
It may be Valentine’s Day, but I certainly haven’t been giving my camera much love recently! However, a couple of days ago I ventured out to the Yorkshire Wildlife Park with my Mothership and set about snapping some beasts.
(If you’re in the North of England, YWP is well worth a visit and very good value for money, compared with many of the larger safari parks.)
The park is the only place in the UK that you can see polar bears – as part of their Project Polar, they currently have four males in residence and are continuing to upgrade their extensive roaming space and help with their conservation.
There are plenty of other animals on show too, from lions, tigers and leopards to my new favourite – armadillos! I could have watched them running laps around the enclosure all day. We were also treated to a ‘fight’ between two of the giraffes. Apparently, one is an annoying youngster that doesn’t play fair. But he’s only tolerated for so long!
It’s the start of a new year and we are awash with adverts and articles tempting you to jet off to foreign shores, encouraging you get out and find the new you…but not before you sign over your life savings for a subscription to the local gym which you’ll avoid like the Plague after the first week!
As we’re on day three of January, I’m a little late with jumping on this self-improvement bandwagon, but I’m jumping nonetheless. Now, I’m perfectly aware I have a bit of a reputation – consistency is not my strong point and in the past, the only success I’ve had with my resolutions has been the ability to pronounce the word with my short-tongue!
So I don’t make them. As such…
Do you remember my Bucket List post of 2016? Well, two years on from my ‘oh-my-I-get-old-this-year‘ wish list and I can say I have ticked two items off the list: visiting Iceland and publishing a book.