Don't be afraid of what's inside.

Mother had a yearning to see Haddon Hall again. It must be thirty years since the last visit, but the memory of those combs and shoes was so frsh, and first born is heavily into Tudors at the moment that it seemed a nice idea to go and see again.

The day was damp and grey but cheered up nicley, and we all had a great time. Though there is that usual thing about how the peasants got exploited, and became the servants so a few priviledged people could loll around in the splendour but we managed to overcome that and engage with the beauty of the things that people had made all those years ago.