The stately home of Wilfred and Mabel Fortescue-Smyth was having an open day, and Crisp my aged companion had applied as it was listed as an invitation-only affair.
We set off on the day in question even though no reply had been received to her application as Crisp believed it would be a matter of course.
We arrived at the gate and joined the queue. A very officious man looked down his nose as Crisp announced our arrival.
“I’m sorry madam, but your name is not upon my list,” he declared.
“What?” exclaimed Crisp, “it must be, please look again. Crisp and friend.”
“No Crisp, no friend. Sorry, but you’ll have to leave.”
“This is outrageous,” stated Crisp.
She then grabbed my hand and made off around the corner of the estate. “Start looking for a secret door. These places always have secret doors. Secret gardens, that sort of thing.”
Needless to say, my day was spent with a seething Crisp as there was no secret way in.
Written for: https://crispinakemp.com/2019/10/23/crimsons-creative-challenge-50/
What a disappointment! 😅
Life can be like that.
Actually, if you look at the filigree on the gate post on the right hand side, it’s shaped like a keyhole rather than a double heart like the left hand side. All you need to do is stick your hand in and turn it slightly — hey presto, door appears 😀
You are so observant Lyn. I’ll let her know 😉
Tell Crisp, if you go through the village, around to the east side, there’s a woodland with negligible fences. She might have to wade through nettles chest high, and brambles might tangle her legs, but she’ll eventually come out at the stable block. Tell her from me, good luck. 🙂 🙂 🙂
Not sure she’s into wading through nettles. She can be a bit precious at times.
Can’t say I blame her. I can think of better ways to spend that day