SHARING WITH ME

On the Sunday morning before I was to leave to come back to Paris, Borgy decided upon Wimpole. As we left early we arrived before the crowds and were able to begin our walk all alone on the scene. 
 Borgy was right to comment that my city boots were not exactly made to cope with the mud and slush on the ground. They were both equipped in their walking shoes. I would cope. Wimplole Hall is a much larger residence than Anglesey. It has over 12 square km of parkland and farmland with sheep grazing upon it. I gather it is one of the largest residences in Cambridgeshire. Begun in 1640 and completed at the beginning of 1800. A National Trust reserve and as such, very popular with the public. In the grounds there are lakes, churches and a folly which Borgy told me once again was something built primarily for decoration. Gentle rolling hills help break the scenery and of course, sheep and more sheep. We have been there many times together and the walk is always invigor

I caught the 17-15 train to Meldreth. If we had been in Paris, the train would have been crammed full but here I had two seats to myself and could start browsing the Picasso catalogue. Too much text of course but it is easier to study the pictures and periods this way, so I enjoy the pictures over and over again. Meldreth and «The Cottage» was waiting for me. The cosy salon with its fire and of course the glass of Australian sparkling wine awaited. There was a lot to catch up on. 
 The following day dawned grey and forbidding but no way we would stay inside. We were to visit the snowdrops in Anglesey Abbey. (In Cambridgeshire). I had not been there since we visited it all together with my Mother in the summer months, what must be well over ten years ago. It’s a Jacobean-style house with 46 hectares of grounds and even a working watermill.  What I found fascinating is that at a very young age, around 30, the future Lord Fairhaven began to create his own home. This was betwee