Wednesday, October 12, 2011

Oh, Mr. Livsey!!!

Well .....here HE is,  and here we are getting off the train near Willow Manor.
The train journey took more time than imagined, but it was so much fun traveling with the oh so ...and ever English gentleman Roger Livsey!  So on to the car....and I see our trunk has been strapped to the back and we will soon be there.....

Oh Heavens,,,,where is the chauffeur--- Nigel?  Nigel, please hurry we need to get to the Manor house!

Of course this is gorgeous....right  neighborhood, but not the right house....keep going...I know she is close to the river.......just over that rise.....keep going, Nigel!
Ooooh.....hhhhh  .....Lord what a view....and oh my the road ends.... we must take to the footpaths!! 

Here is the river...so powerful and mysterious...just like Mr. Livsey.....

A short time to regroup...and encouraging words to one another....we decide to follow the river...
Maybe this is the right  house.....
Or maybe it is this one....

Oh...I know this he right place....this is the barn where Mr. Ed stayed last year!!!
Oh for sure we can change here....I know Willow won't mind....Do you have your velvet coat and dress kilt, Roger, darling? I'll just take my gown from the trunk. Hurry the ballroom is waiting!!
Take your rest Nigel and thanks for carry our things!!

11 comments:

Pam said...

Your dress is stunning as is your great grandmother's in that recent post. Not only the wonders of the ball, but such a scenic adventure! So lovely to see you dancing divinely at The Manor.

Tom Stephenson said...

You know where you're going too, then Firelight!

Catfish Tales said...

Oh, we were ever so worried. The men, dashingly gallant lads that they are, quickly formed search parties while we ladies, not to be outdone, drew survey maps and calculated where you might be left for lost.
But it was the wise and wonderful Lady Kincaid who thought to look in Mr Ed's stables. (Actually, I just said that for Brownie points...hehehe. Mr Ed came and told us, himself, while we were feeding him carrots and pitted dates.
N.B. Ed especially loves the dates for future reference. Feed him those and he'll blab a mile about anything. And there's nothing better than a scoop straight from the horses mouth, don't you know? :)

Carrie Burtt said...

What a journey....so glad to meet you! :-)

R.A.D. Stainforth said...

Wow you looked good at the ball ...

MMm.. said...

Yes, stunning dress, Firelight. Sorry I missed th ewhoel thing this time.

As it is, wanted to tell you that I am closing Hot Toast and Jam so thought you might enjoy its last post. Please read to the end for surprise.
I will still be visiting just not as much (as if I have been that frequent anyway) as one might expect when hosting a personal blog, verses an art one.

Rowan said...

What a fabulous car and the view where the road ends is lovely. Looking forward to hearing about the ball.

Mimi Foxmorton said...

What a most beautifully wrought depiction of the ball! Stunning!

I do hope you were able to pop over to my Ball postings at
www.thegoatborrower.blogspot.com

I had simply a magical time!

;)

Thistle Cove Farm said...

lovely post; so glad I visited today!

Campbell Kids said...

Simply LOVELY! Are those pics from a vintage film? I don't recognize them if so...

Blessings,
Dianne
www.mysouthernheart.com

Virginia said...

Bonour!
I"m back and I'm stopping by to see if you will be coming up for the HOliday House Tour. I'd LOVE to see you.
Bises,
V

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