Here we are at Harlaxton. Debbie and I are living in a little flat at the back of the manor which is really quite cozy. It is really funny. It is a veritable warren of hallways to get to the very back. Here is the stairway path to our den.
Today we talked about what the Gothic is in terms of literature, architecture, art, and historical identity. We also discussed the contrast of the merely beautiful, the picturesque, and the sublime. Then we had a field trip to view them all! We looked a the "beautiful" English countryside. When we added a lonely twisted tree in the midst of a field, we get the picturesque. But when we witnessed an endless field of bluebells, illuminated by the sun, stretching infinitely into the deep woods, we witnessed the sublime.
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Oh my heart, the bluebells make southern England the capital of the Fairy Realm! Yes, also in Forest Row near East Grinsted the bluebells gave off a stunning lift of amaze. I can-t believe, however, that one giant manor could really create so many up staircases to get to the way back. It took a long time just looking at it on the computer! Thank you for the text and the pictures. Love and envy, P
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