Normally we'd have wandered around the graveyard and spent time reading the headstones but we were wringing wet and, worried my damp Afghan might start smelling like the old goat it came from, we made our way towards the Hall.
Twenty alabaster columns with Corinthian capitals support the heavily decorated, high-coved cornice whilst niches contain classical statuary. The floor is of inlaid Italian marble. The original designs for this room intended for it to be lit by conventional windows at the northern end, but Adam, warming to the Roman theme, did away with the distracting windows and lit the whole from the roof through an innovative glass skylight.
Mary was the woman who commissioned - and wore - the legendary Peacock Dress. This painting by William Logsail was completed in 1909, several years after her death. Talking of which, here it is.....
It's beautiful now, can you imagine what it'll look like after restoration? I'll be first in the queue. The Museum of Indian Treasures was also closed due to restoration works and we're both very keen to see that when it reopens.
The evening was spent in pretty much the same way as birthdays have been spent since I was a teenager (with the exception of last year's lockdown), meeting friends, going to the pub, downing a few beers and having a curry.
Thanks so much for the birthday love! The comments, emails, Facebook messages, presents and both the real (and virtual cards) more than made up for the atrocious weather. I do wish Jesus would stop trying to take over - it's not his birthday for another three weeks and yet again he had to muscle in on my special day. A pile of Xmas cards arrived in the post, I had to endure a carol service in 'Spoons and an abysmal soundtrack of naff Xmas songs during our curry. After the third playing of Stop The Cavalry, I was ready to start bashing my head against the table.
|A favourite pit stop taken on our travels in Bombay back in 2018|