Anyhow, my Blenheim.

Anyhow, my Blenheim.

With the Entourage being lazy, having squeezed 2 days of sight seeing into one yesterday, and undecided as to what to do today, I thought it high time that they see how an pure English bear such as myself should be accommodated. Thus as they ate their late breakfast in a daze I impressed upon them the importance of seeing Blenheim Palace.

After a light breakfast we set off in bright, warm sunshine the comparatively short distance to the palace. Charlotte was well behaved for the most part, only miscounting round-about exits once, and we arrived at our intended destination.

The front gates, about a mile from the gates to the grounds of the house, hid a wide expanse of parkland that any proper English gentleman would aspire to own, had it not been covered in parked cars. It seems that the Trust that cares for the palace is aiming for some 3 quarters of a million visitors a year and if today was any average indication then they are well on the way to achieving that goal.

At the Junior staff's insistence, aided by Sandra, we took the small train from the front gate of the house to the Pleasure Gardens. Here we lost ourselves in a hedge maze for sometime, enjoyed lunch and visited the Butterfly House.

We then returned to the house which from the outside is impressive to say the least. Inside was just as mind boggling ornate and lavish though the overall effect was somewhat marred by Palace staff setting up for some event inside various rooms.

Upon returning to our loft in the woods, the older members of my staff attended to domestic chores and then we all settled in for our last night on the road. Tomorrow we will by the end of the day returned to London.

The Inner Gates.

I have my ticket to ride.

Lost?

Damn torturous equipment.








All this could be MINE!

The entrance to the Courtyard.

Ceiling in the front hall.

Some of Winston's toys.

I find this room suitable.
I find decor real does justice to my regal complexion.




No, No! Mutiny! Rebellion! Treason! Help!

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  1. jenjen25 April 2018 at 15:56

    BB looks not just lost but a bit ghostly in that piccie. That castle looks very lavish though. The accommodation to which a certain bear is most accustomed.

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