To Narnia for the day!

Today we took the truck out for a run to Derbyshire, the sky was grey and heavy, sure enough by the time we got to Clumber Park the heavens opened up, thankfully it was short sharp showers, we took an old back road I knew to Bolsover and on towards the crooked church spire, by the time we hit Chesterfield the wet stuff had long gone as had the rush hour traffic, we followed the signs for the A619 towards Bakewell, cars stayed a respectable distance from us, the truck hadn’t been cleaned since October except for the windows and lights and looked quite earthy and rugged. The wide wheels chucked the glued mud from the underside of the wheel-arches onto anyone in range!

Once clear of the outskirts the road began its long haul up to the National Park, had it had been a blue day the views would have been fantastic, instead we just drove closer up to the grey cloud base.

We soon picked up the road to Chatsworth House, we took a detour first though to the farm shop, we wanted to treat ourselves to something different for Christmas dinner.

The car park is quite small and fit only for noddy cars and Land Rovers..mainly the short base 90 inch variety.. like what we were in today! Parking was very tight some old boy with a big expensive grey car parked not in a bay but long ways by the wall blocking about 3 cars in, I watched in disbelief as the grey haired black suit and his fur adorned skinny rich witch amble off to the food hall. Right then I l’ll squeeze into the bay he could’nt be arsed getting into, I revved to get his attention and missed his car by a few inches. The shopping was brisk and to the point as we like it, we came away with something different… three chicken cushions for Dad, Julie and me. I stood back a little and watched another old boy squeeze down the side or our truck to slither into his expensive motor, I think his expensive threads my have scuffed my passenger door and wheel arches….well he would have had it not been covered with1 inch thick road muck, I let him pull clear then stepped forward to open the door for Julie, as I climbed up I looked back to see matey boy giving me the proper evils as he wrestled to turn his ride around without clouting the stone wall and face the correct way. Severl cars were stood patiently waiting.I chose to ignore him as he and his kind used to ignore me when we were on the motorbike.

Chatsworth House is just a mile away and looked fairly quiet, yes its MONDAY I had to remind myself again! One of the guides in the house told us later that approx 9000 had visited over the weekend, it’s a very popular place to visit especially at Christmas time, they pull out all the stops and there is plenty to come and see.

This year the theme was “The chronicles of Narnia” It was fab! I’ll shut up now and show you the photos, I just took the little camera today.


At the car park at Chatsworth Hse


We had a steak pastie each and coffee in the courtyard to start with


If you follow the Narnia Chronicles you know we have to step into the wardrobe to enter Narnia….It was getting exciting now!


We stepped through the wardrobe into crispy white Narnia, but first we had to find the lamp-post to get our bearings…the guide in the background wasnt really there, he was a figment of our imagination just to satisfy Health an Safety!!


The first hall we came across was festooned with the first of many Christmas Trees..we have visited several times over the years and are gobsmacked every time by the splendidness of it all!


This is the room of Mr Tumnus, a funny soul who made it snow and entertained everyone




     This is the evil Snow Queen. A woman not to triffled with!!



The mighty Aslan, on the sacrificial stone, he gave himself up to the evil Snow Queen in exchange for the safety of his Kingdom,



They had more Christmas Trees than you could shake a spruce twig at!! The themed rooms gave way to the arts at the end of the tour



Look closely at the intricate detail of the veil…its made of stone and NOT see through! I kid you not. Isnt it fantastic? On one occasion I sneaked up to it to steal a touch because I didn’t believe it was made of stone…but it really is. It fascinates me every time I see it.



Ho Ho Ho! there in the corner sat the mighty Aslan! he tricked the evil Snow Queen and came back to life the very next day.



                           Way Hey! It looks like the Bar is Open here too!!



             I dare not hazard a guess as to how old the statues were




   We have reached the end now so with a last look at the stately room in all its splendour we make for the glass door to the outside world. Me thinks they use to use a lot of matches in those days! 



Chatsworth House is a stately home in the county of Derbyshire in the East Midlands region of England. It lies within the Derbyshire Dales administrative district, about 3.5 miles northeast of Bakewell. It is the seat of the Duke of Devonshire and has been home to his family, the Cavendish family, since Bess of Hardwick settled at Chatsworth in 1549. Standing on the east bank of the River Derwent.Chatsworth looks across to the low hills that divide the Derwent and Wye  valleys. The house, set in expansive parkland and backed by wooded, rocky hills rising to heather moorland, contains a unique collection of priceless paintings, furniture, Old Master drawings, neoclassical sculptures books and other artefacts. Chatsworth has been selected as the United Kingdom’s favourite country house several times.



If there is just the slightest breeze, they turn down the giant fountain, it is turned down about 50% today and we can feel the spray from here!!



                  Julie holds up the boulder for me…



…unfortunately I have taken a wrong turn and am now lost in the forest….Shhhh what was that?



Stood at the top of the giant rockery, you can just see part of the house on the right.



If you have the time between now and the big mans birthday go take the kids or your grandkids to Chatsworth House, it’s a fantastic experience….Or take yourself if you’re a big kid with a great imagination !





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