Knole II

We went back to Knole last Sunday. This time avoiding any thunderstorms.

The blistering heat made the woods more preferable than the deer planes.

It felt a little bit Blair Witch.

It was a good place to ponder Virginia Woolf’s Selected Short Stories which I’ve been reading this week. (She spent a lot of time here.)

Of all the big fancy estates in this country — even the more Brontean ones up north — this one is the strangest. The contrast between wide open and enclosed spaces with animals frolicking everywhere you look gives it a magical spatio-time-warp vibe. No wonder Woolf liked it.

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