Last month, when I went to stay at Hunsford, I was seriously tempted to drive up to Pemberley as well. When I mentioned that to my husband, he didn’t roll his eyes or anything. He’s always a gentleman, and his patience for everything to do with my obsession borders on the superhuman. He only pointed …
They say never go shopping for food when you’re hungry. Writing a post on Georgian dishes when you’re hungry isn’t the best idea either. Luckily, I can’t nip into the kitchen to snack on plovers’ eggs, Nelson’s pudding or oyster patties, so I’m probably safe, at least for now. These were just a few of …
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