Good King Hal, wondering who the hell has photo-shopped Barrington Court out of existence.
Here is a look at the first photo from last week's photo shoot at Barrington Court with the supremely talented Simon Plant. I think this picture looks stunning and would like to take this opportunity to thank Simon for his talent and skill. What a guy!
I was back at Barrington Court on the Sunday for the first of my summer afternoon walkabouts at this lovely NT property near Ilminster. I was delighted to be joined by Emma from the Tudor Roses, dressed as a lovely Katherine Parr, her son's Jonny and Matty as two young princes and the wonderful Darren Wilkins, armed to the teeth as ever with his trusty camera, who followed us around snapping away. It was a quiet afternoon at the Court but it was nice to meet a greet people from all over the country. I was so moved that Darren and Emma had chosen to drive all the way from Kent to spend the afternoon with us over at Barrington. We weren't the only "attractions" there for the day, there was also a choir who were stationed in the main ball room in the house and warbled their way through various numbers including "Pass Time With Good Company" (another PRS cheque in the post for Henry!) and "Swing Low Sweet Chariot". Their singing was very good and sounded lovely in the court house surroundings. The sainted Mattew Applegate, long suffering Visitor Services Manager at Barrington Court looked after us superbly and organised some tea and biscuits for everyone in the afternoon. Well we went down to join the choir for the drinks and were welcomed by them very much the way a North Atlantic Convoy during the second world war would have greeted the sight of a U-Boat. Noses were looked down, we were at first ignored and then, comments were made about us. While I was fixing some tea for Emma, Darren and myself, the main conductor was standing behind me with two of her warblers and I quite clearly heard her comment "His costume, do you think he made it out of a sofa?" and they guffawed happily together. I can honestly say they were one of the unfriendliest coldest bunch of fish seen outside of a north sea trawlers net. Obviously for reasons of me being a polite and lovely bloke, I would never name which choir this group were. However they are a choir, they often perform in chambers and they come from a town in south Somerset. That begins with Y. And ends in L. Anyway, after a few turns around the gardens and buildings, we changed back into our civvies and treated ourselves to a drink and some cakes in the fine cafe at the reception area of Barrington. And then I was on my way back home to Crewkerne while Emma, Darren and the boys faced up to the much longer trek back to Kent.
I was up early this morning for a drive back to Downend just to the north east of Bristol for a return visit to Christ Church Junior School. I had last appeared here back in 2011, and this time I was booked by a new teacher called Marie Harrison. It was to be a big group for the day - approximately 150 children from years three and four combined. Marie was lovely and made me very welcome, but then so did the whole staff and children. They were a big group, but just a delight to work with! The morning got off to a slightly delayed start, but it was worth the wait. The whole morning was great fun and some of the children's costumes were just magnificent. After a nice lunch break it was back to the hall for a fun session with the stocks before finishing with a deafening joust. This was finally won by several lengths by a very entertaining and confident Gents team - and about time too! They romped to a worthy victory. Finally they can peg the ladies back slightly. Our score goes to:
GENTLEMEN 13 - 21 LADIES
I had a little fun on the drive back when my sat nav decided to go a bit wibble on me, and I ended up driving up and down the Keynsham by-pass a couple of times for no adequately explained reason. Still I am sure it gave the locals something to talk about.
Back home I said "HELLO" to a bottle of Merlot and some dinner and then settled down to watch the final episode of Broadchurch. Not the best of the series by a long way, but it did at least manage to tie up the loose ends of the story in a fairly agreeable way. Oh and Man Ure won the Premiership. Now that IS depressing. A day off tomorrow and then I am off up to Ilmington in Warwickshire for a Henry day at their local school. So another early start.