This time is Hoghton Towers, a beautiful old house not far from Blackburn, in a superb location overlooking the back of Winter Hill and other hills in the background. We've been there many times but I never get tired of wandering around the courtyard absorbing the atmosphere. This day there was a treat - a medieval gig! I could hear music in the distance so wandered (or puffed my way) up the hill quite fast, to hear lovely music, quite atmospheric.
They were playing Greensleeves, quite a few verses of it and in case you didn't know the reason for the name, apparently sleeves in ladies dresses were added on afterwards and could be interchanged. Sort of mix and match.
The house is impressive both inside and out and here are a few photos of the buidings.
I didn't go around the house as we had been informed that a Lancaster bomber would be flying over the hall that afternoon, so I didn't want to miss it. To my and everyone's disappointment, we didn't see it.
After a pleasant day, back down the motorways home. And now to unload the car with the chairs, table and stove.