Easter backlog #3

There were a few camera-worthy moments at Chatsworth, but none more than this one. A valiant toddler decided to brave the weeping willow sculpture to check out a plastic duck - part of an Easter special treasure hunt type of thing. She was so gloriously indifferent to the water that she kept removing her hood, to the consternation of her parents but the amusement of everyone else's.

Easter backlog #2

As promised about three minutes ago when writing the previous post, here's a shot of our visit to Chatsworth. It doesn't quite do what I intended it to - I wanted the image to be a bit cleaner around both the house and the right side of the euphonium player, but it is what it is.

I really like Chatsworth. It's absurdly massive, varied, beautiful and above all, absurdly well organised. We visited on Easter Sunday, which must surely be just about the stupidest possible time to go to any significant tourist attraction, so by rights we should have been queuing constantly, packed in with millions of other long-suffering parents and overtired kids and prevented from experiencing anything remotely worthwhile. But we were in and parked within ten minutes of passing the main entrance, we never felt cramped and because we didn't buy anything other than our tickets we escaped bankruptcy. That's more than it seems reasonable to ask for I think.