One of the most fabulous things about living in England is the chance to go exploring history. I swear, the country is FULL of it! (Not too surprising, really.) This stunning fireplace is in Little Moreton Hall in Cheshire. Gorgeous Husband and I visited it last summer on part of our holidays, and we also visited it the day after our wedding in 1996. Fond memories! I remember we travelled some distance to get to it, I was feeling a bit car-sick, so immediately went to the cafe for a coffee and to "recuperate". I saw that they had flapjacks on the menu, so ordered one. I was amazed to see that it wasn't what my North American eyes expected : a small pancake, sometimes called "silver dollar pancakes". Instead, it was something that looked like a granola bar. Not that it wasn't good... but it was one of many times when I've meant one thing, but people have misinterpreted it as something else. It reminds me of a sign that I read once, saying that Britain and the US were separated by a common language! I guess Canada devised its own twist on the English language too, so it's a wonder we understand each other at all.
|Enjoying the wonderful relief carvings over the fireplace. Tweed jacket makes me feel Ever So English!|