On the Bank Holiday a couple of weeks ago I had a bit of a party and decided to use the occasion formally to open the Grotto. The Grotto's apparently tiny dimensions are an illusion of the photograph - it is, to be sure, not huge, but you can get in it without too much discomfort!
Any Christian content seemed entirely inappropriate for dedicating this sort of ornament, so instead I read a small extract from Horace Walpole's account of a damp and uncomfortable evening's entertainment at the Grotto in Stowe Gardens, and scattered a little Pimms over the stonework. Mad but fun.
Thursday, 29 May 2014
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