Thanks for popping in.
Basildon Park, one of the National Trust's beautiful houses, had created a charming atmosphere for my visit, as well as for others too of course. Everything throughout the rooms was set out for 'Dinner at 8'. It sounded rather glamorous and indeed it was.
The first thing that struck you was that instead of entering via the outside stairs to the reception room, we were ushered into the door on the ground floor and visited rooms in the reverse direction to usual, which felt a bit odd in a not knowing where I am sort of way.
The 1950s kitchen was the first room and I always find something that reminds me of my childhood on the shelves.
Then we were up the stairs, passing a painting of the Park before the additions were built, to the bedroom floor.
Each room had its curtains drawn, cutting out those draughts and making the place feel cosy, and with the lights on. Do forgive my subdued photos taken without the flash.
Items of period clothing ready to be worn to the dinner were on show.
The shells in the shell room took on different colours in the artificial light.
Descending the stairs into the hall with the Grand piano, the rooms on the ground floor looked so atmospheric as music came from the old fashioned wind-up record players. All the gold bits twinkled in the chandelier light.
The table was all ready for the guests. I was beginning to feel quite hungry and could just imagine the chatter and laughter as everyone waited in anticipation of the splendours conjured up by the chef this time.
The library looked so inviting too.
|Painted by Graham Sutherland, who was a friend of the family. The Sutherland Room has many other paintings.|
As I left for my carriage, my last peek was at the golden glints from the reception ceiling.
I was surprised to find it was so light outside and those glamorous days were just a figment of my imagination .