When I was at primary school, we had a trip to Killerton. They'd made a dragon's nest in the woods beyond the gardens. I presume there must have been a reason, a theme from a book maybe, but I can't remember that much.
There was no such excitement when we visited at the beginning of the month.
Just the Bear's Hut, which is always there. That started life as just the summer-house, but then someone brought a bear back from Canada (as you do) and naturally needed somewhere to keep it. And who really needs a summer-house when they have a bear to house?
I've always loved the Bear's Hut. I've always had images of Goldilocks sneaking in, although I suspect those bears had a bigger house. The bear that lived here must have been quite small. But it's the thing I remember most about Killerton.
The house is lovely too, but, grand houses. They have a fashion exhibition on the upper floors, about reusing and recycling items of clothes. About how the fabrics of older dresses were cut to modern fashions. I have vague memories of something similar from when I visited Killerton as a child.
There used to be a secret door in the library, hiding behind a bookshelf. The room behind is no longer there, but the "books" still remain. I've always wanted a hidden room like that.
If we'd been organised, we'd have taken a Teddy Bears' Picnic with us, but we weren't. So instead we had excellent cheese and ham toasties in the café. You can usually count on a National Trust café for good food.
And if we'd been even better organised, we'd have put Tiny in a sling, rather than try and get the pushchair around the woodland walks, or up to the Ice House.
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