The last time I was at this magnificent Tudor mansion in Cheshire was 17 years ago. How can I be so sure? I first set eyes on Little Morton Hall the day after Gorgeous Husband and I had had our English wedding. I don't remember if we knew what we were going to see, or if we found it by chance, but I do remember that by the time we arrived, after an hour or so of twisting roads, I felt sick as a dog. I sometimes get carsick, and so it was the day we arrived at here.
Before even having a look around, I went to the cafe to have a coffee and see if I could feel a bit more human. I decided to have a " cherry flapjack" as they had that on the menu. I was accustomed to seeing a flapjack as a small pancake in Canada, and I thought it sounded rather good. However, what arrived was something that looked like a granola bar. In England, a flapjack isn't a pancake at all!
Some of the beautiful leaded glass windows. Original Tudor mansion from the 1600s.
This building is one of those fabulous old Tudor buildings, unique in the way its architecture resembles a line of washing, all sagging inward, and full of peculiar angles and nooks and crannies. Some architects aren't sure why the building is still able to stand, considering its "unusual" sloping condition.
This is the Long Gallery, which is upstairs. Apparently, the ladies of the day used to use this long open space to exercise by walking up and down, back and forth. Not the most interesting of past times, I wouldn't say.