Some of the Meatloaf concert highlights at Chatsworth on 7/10/05
Sue is tentative about going to St. Pancras station on Sunday. Even the taxi driver doesn't know how close he will be able to get us to the station. Sue continues to be reticent....
Was it taking the train so soon after the recent events in London? Was it not knowing if taxis were available to take us to Chatsworth from the train. Was it the heat (88 degrees)? (Later on Tuesday, we learn we passed through Luten, the train station where the terrorists met up and left their car full of explosives).
We live the Jane Austen life.
We decide to walk to one of the grandest estates in England from our Inn on the property. Jane Austen supposedly used Chatsworth as the prototype for Mr. D'arcy's estate in Pride & Prejuidice (a fav of mine, will be in the new Pride/Prejuidice movie coming out this fall). The innkeeper says follow the path through the pastures. We walk through iron-gated turnstyles--I later learn they are called "Kissing Gates". We walk for 35 minutes in sweltering humidty/heat. We tour the house. Then walk 35 minute back to an un-air-conditioned room. Try to get de-humidified before we walk back 35 minutes to the conert venue. Sue says, "I'm just not a B&B person."
Meatloaf in good form.
He was in fine fiddle. They all rock! Meat says expect a new album in 2006. We think 10,000 people attend (they made $$ in Europe!!! Helps all build their retirement portfolios).
It's gettin hot in here--so take all your clothes off. It was so hot at the venue--they ran out of water! A woman seated in the row ahead ended up taking off her top and just wearing her bra for half the concert. A blast from the past--the 1970's.
We have to walk back though hill and dale in gathering darkness back to the Inn--where Sue was awoken by the cock crowing at 4AM.
It was so pretty--almost unreal.
The buccolic English countryside--amazing. The property has been handed down in the family for over 600 years--so even the pastures are "manicured." The concert was held in the valley--ahead in the distance you could see the great house--to one side, hills with light-brown cows grazing on a hillside pasture. On another side, sheep in sleep stance unmoving on the hillside. Every hazy, dewey image we've read about the rolling countryside of English great houses is all around us--including a rock 'n roll stage in the center. Pinch me, I'm dreaming of Mr.. D'arcy.
Sue is tentative about going to St. Pancras station on Sunday. Even the taxi driver doesn't know how close he will be able to get us to the station. Sue continues to be reticent....
Was it taking the train so soon after the recent events in London? Was it not knowing if taxis were available to take us to Chatsworth from the train. Was it the heat (88 degrees)? (Later on Tuesday, we learn we passed through Luten, the train station where the terrorists met up and left their car full of explosives).
We live the Jane Austen life.
We decide to walk to one of the grandest estates in England from our Inn on the property. Jane Austen supposedly used Chatsworth as the prototype for Mr. D'arcy's estate in Pride & Prejuidice (a fav of mine, will be in the new Pride/Prejuidice movie coming out this fall). The innkeeper says follow the path through the pastures. We walk through iron-gated turnstyles--I later learn they are called "Kissing Gates". We walk for 35 minutes in sweltering humidty/heat. We tour the house. Then walk 35 minute back to an un-air-conditioned room. Try to get de-humidified before we walk back 35 minutes to the conert venue. Sue says, "I'm just not a B&B person."
Meatloaf in good form.
He was in fine fiddle. They all rock! Meat says expect a new album in 2006. We think 10,000 people attend (they made $$ in Europe!!! Helps all build their retirement portfolios).
It's gettin hot in here--so take all your clothes off. It was so hot at the venue--they ran out of water! A woman seated in the row ahead ended up taking off her top and just wearing her bra for half the concert. A blast from the past--the 1970's.
We have to walk back though hill and dale in gathering darkness back to the Inn--where Sue was awoken by the cock crowing at 4AM.
It was so pretty--almost unreal.
The buccolic English countryside--amazing. The property has been handed down in the family for over 600 years--so even the pastures are "manicured." The concert was held in the valley--ahead in the distance you could see the great house--to one side, hills with light-brown cows grazing on a hillside pasture. On another side, sheep in sleep stance unmoving on the hillside. Every hazy, dewey image we've read about the rolling countryside of English great houses is all around us--including a rock 'n roll stage in the center. Pinch me, I'm dreaming of Mr.. D'arcy.
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