I'm not going to go through the history of the house or anything - this blog post is based on Squidgeling T's photos, 'cos he was happy wandering round taking pics of things that caught his eye. And if he was happy, we were all happy. I've cut it down from the 110 photos he took... but there are still a fair few to look through! Here goes...
|It was cold and windy when we arrived...|
And then we get into the house itself... The entrance hall is pretty amazing, not least because of the fabulous painted ceiling. For some reason, T liked taking pictures on the slant...
|Love the wall paintings - they look like carved stone.|
Can't remember the name of the technique though...
Chatsworth is just as famous for some of the modern and contemporary art it contains as it is for the 'old' art and masterpieces. Here's one example:
Here's another - I can now say I've seen a genuine Damien Hirst piece - sited in the chapel. Look at the golden statue - it was called 'St Bartholomew's Pain', and shows the saint (who was flayed alive) holding his skin over his arm. A bit 'yeurch!' but also a bit 'Silver Surfer' from the Fantastic Four film. Except in gold.
There are so many things to see - you could spend hours looking at stuff and still miss loads.
|A two-foot tall geode of amethyst|
|T taking a selfie with the chandelier in a mirror|
|Clever placement...I should've stood on tiptoes...|
|Anyone for dinner?|
|The ceiling - inspiration for my next patchwork project?|
|Stag's head chandelier - complete with REAL antlers!|
What was fascinating was that the wind was blowing directly up the slope, so one minute the water was running smoothly down the steps like this:
The next, it was being blown back up the cascade!
The walk beside the trout stream was rather lovely. There were lots of daffodils, sculptures to enjoy, and of course, a bit of rock-climbing. (On a much lesser scale than what T usually does at the Climbing Station...)
|An artistic 'lightning struck tree'|
|The innards of a dead one|
This next sculpture was being spruced up; two men and a cherry picker, applying a special wax and buffing it up to make it black again rather than weathered grey. I really liked this sculpture...
And of course, no self-respecting stately home is without a maze.
|Slap bang in the middle|
|Just before going into the maze... |
spot the selfie being taken in the middle of it!
This chap was doing the same...
And then it was back round the end of the Emperor Lake towards the house.
|T got within a couple of feet to take this|
A fair chunk of the house is shrouded in scaffolding at the moment as part of a huge renovation project - quite a contrast between the facade that has been renovated and the scaffolding poles.
|Windows onto a very different life...|