The Weekend

All week we have been watching the events associated with the marquee set up on the north lawn in front of the ornamental pond. We did find out it was to be a wedding but today we did find out from various sources it was to be a post-wedding celebration. The couple were  married some little while ago and one or both were of Indian origin. but it was not to happen until after 5pm. Through the day we did meet a young Indian woman, up from London for the wedding and she was a family member and I did see her later looking very pretty but not in a sari, unlike  like many of the other ladies. I watched them have their welcome drinks in front of the house while listening to a string quartet and although I did not see the bride arrive for I think the couple walked in through the gatehouse up to the house.  I believe she wore a cream sari and after meeting and greeting their guests she went off to change in the house via the side door.

I watched from the flat window while I had a coffee prior to popping out. It had been a cloudy, on and off sunny, day but the latter part of the afternoon did come warm and sunny.  So I decided to drive the 4 miles to Rudston via the road which continued on from the main Burton Agnes Hall car park. In the churchyard at Rudston stands a monolith, a huge standing stone,  standing next to the church chancel and as tall as that building. The stone came from the Whitby area. The stone, and church stands on a rise and just below the hill runs the Gypsy Race stream /river, which runs to Bridlington and apparently, is the only water course in he Wolds which are a 'unique' belt of chalk land running from the coast inland. It seems  the geology and historical climatic events created this river free land.

It was a weary day work wise but I decided to continue the play exercise of yesterday on four smaller boards I had. (0ne was already played on (yellow black blue -arrgh!) I set them up on the table as one and played.

The good news today is that two of my paintings went to new homes -one in London (A Single Bloom) and the other to a northern home (On the Tops). I was delighted that both couples liked them so much and both went within half hour of each other. How strange but fortunate.