Green Knowe, demon tree, evil fingers can't catch me

[phoebesmum]

I have, FL dear, once again been out and had a wonderful time, in spite of all the woes of looming unemployment and residual concussion. Unfortunately, I am now too tired to tell you about it in any detail. Suffice it to say that I have been to visit Green Knowe, which is actually called The Manor at Hemingford Grey, and that it is just as

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[quarryquest]

Hi! I found this post after following your comment in my post in naturesbeauty. I am a librarian so I know books, and was doing the Children's Librarianship option at Uni when I met Lucy Boston's books. When I went to see the garden in the 90s (I was living in Cambridgeshire at the time) my hen BF couldn't understand me getting all excited over the green deer. Is he still there?

p/s Can I friend you?

[phoebesmum]

I didn't see the green deer; the chess pieces are still there. Diana Boston's tour concentrates on the inside of the house, and we probably missed a lot of what's in the gardens. Seeing St Christopher brought a tear to my eye, though. I'm hoping to go again with a couple of other friends at some point in the future.

New friends are always welcome, but I must warn you that my mother died a couple of days after we visited Green Knowe, so there are a bunch of miserable posts in between this one and the present.

[quarryquest]

Oh dear, I am sorry about your mother.

My partner's father died in September so that was all fun and games and arranging funerals but relief a bit as he had been going down hill and kept falling over when no-one was around.

The bit that got me was that partner's family have a tradition of viewing the body of the deceased. Strange indeed (and poor Keith didn't look at all like himself after two weeks in a fridge) but he was given the send off he deserved.