Feeling a bit like the lady of a manor house, even though Carrie got the “lady of the manor house” room. My room is small, but it’s charms are many. For instance, my bed is four hundred years old. My bed is twice as old as the country of my birth. Here is a picture:
It’s also so comfortable!
Yesterday we made a glorious high tea with cucumber sandwiches, egg sandwiches, banana bread, scones, cream, the best honey I have ever had in my entire life, and my very well-received chicken salad sandwiches. The dining room has a massive candlebra. I have not taken a picture of that.
However, I have taken several of the castle peacocks:
Holly Black and her awesome galoshes attempts to pose with the Castle Peacock.
She has far more luck with his harem of Castle Peahens.
There are supposedly deer. I have yet to see them. There is also an inordinate amount of pink. Observe:
Carrie Ryan and I flash our fabu fingerless gloves in magenta hues.
Yes, I have a big furry hat. No, it is not made from the skin of dead killer unicorns.
More castley goodness later! Now, I must write! (And have tea.)