enysham hall

so getting off the plane we hopped in our rental car and began to acquaint ourselves with near death.  i was on the side of the car where the steering wheel was supposed to be and was always grabbing for it while my husband tried to cream me into the sides of lorries on the freeway.  who is driving anyways?  apparently driving on the passenger side makes it hard to realize where your wheels are.  eventually he began to interpret my squawks as, “get on your own side of the road, we’re all going to die!”  however, we arrived safe and sound and this was the view from our bedroom window.  now that’s what i’m talking about.

the hall was definitely aged and in need of a little tlc (a.k.a. me) but it was one of the most endearing places we visited.  it felt good.  i kept telling my husband, “ah yes.  i could live here.”  he just looked at me and said, “no you couldn’t.”  anyways, i’m ever grateful jesus included that verse in the bible about mansions in heaven.  it just keeps me keeping on.

above is the landing.  seriously, i couldn’t walk through the house without emitting deep sighs and wanting to cry.  below is the red dining room.  it’s part of a series of three rooms along the back of the house that all open on each other.  across the hall was the billiards room which i forgot to picture.  it was green, with a huge french fireplace.

the library where we breakfasted on all manner of things fried.  baked beans and grilled tomatoes in the a.m. are bound to be a new otto tradition.

gideon would have loved the bookshelves.  all those old boy adventure stories he likes.  or that his mommy makes him read and he’s just not savvy enough to tell the difference.

this actually turned out to be our table.  with a view into the back 40.

i don’t know how you dust plaster work, but i want some.  i’m even less sure of how you paint it.  but i still want some.

the third connecting room was the ballroom.  and hello ceiling.  i still can’t get over the fact that someone only lived in this house for 10 years before the war when someone requisitioned it and turned it into a police academy.  that’s how you know there’s something wrong with the world.  absolutely no morals.

btw, they sell these little glue on molding swags at home depot.  i’m going to get me one and stick it somewhere.  after i paint it in the most righteous fashion possible, of course.

the lobby.  check out the space pod fireplace insert.  along the other wall were about 4 window seats with chairs, tables, and raging built-in radiators just waiting for it to rain.

the gun room, now bar.  every self-respecting house should have a gun room.  definitely one of the features on my dream home.

popping out the front door.

the view of the front.

the english seem to fail a bit dismally when it comes to home preservation or restoration, but let me tell you what – they take their gardening seriously.

the wisteria growing along the rear of the house.  the purple was so lovely with the yellow/gold accent of the stone.  my husband said it’s a weed, and no i can’t have any.  above the stone arch there is the patio that comes off the ladies dressing room upstairs.

the bay window off the other wing.

and the view.  it was all sickeningly romantic.  it seems like you could just sit out in a place like this and transcribe pride and prejudice through the air.

boy looking at trees.

stepping off the terrace.

looking at more trees.

there he is hot after yet another tree.

the windows of the gun room.

one of the gates leading to the courtyard.

and the view up the front.

anyways, if home is where your heart is, this is mine.


6 Responses to “enysham hall”

  1. 1 Katya May 9, 2012 at 1:28 pm

    Dear Boy,
    Wisteria is NOT a weed. When I get some to grow in Idaho, Miranda shall have a bit of it.

  2. 2 Grandma Sandy May 9, 2012 at 2:31 pm

    Did Boy feel like Richard, driving his Hyacinth around town and out to her country estate?

  3. 3 mavis May 9, 2012 at 2:49 pm

    ha, yes! at one point i said, “this place just lends itself to entertaining.” but that was mostly just to watch him squirm out of the corner of my eye.

  4. 4 Mackenzie May 10, 2012 at 6:26 pm

    I’ll take those yellow chesterfields. Oh, and those two Alice-in-Wonderland wingbacks by the fireplace? Mine.

  5. 5 Violet May 10, 2012 at 8:00 pm

    looks like downton abbey, nice job ole gal!

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