Fairytales, Feminism and Far Too Many Dogs: A Day at Polesden Lacey.
Polesden Lacey seems to appear out of nowhere. One moment, you’re pootling the tree-lined, semi-suburban streets of Great Bookham in Surrey. The very next, you’re abruptly turning in under the low, lemon-and-white-painted arch of the lodge and sailing down a long drive towards what Elizabeth, the Queen Mother once described as a ‘delicious house,’ with parkland rolling away to either side of you. Perhaps it was the effects of the low January sunlight, shining straight into our eyes on the day of our visit, perhaps it was the fairytale feeling of the landscaped gardens, but the feeling of having suddenly slipped into another world never quite left us…..
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