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June 4, 2012

Masses at Snodding Hall

by 3arn0wl

On what has been a most glorious weekend, it was inevitable that large numbers of people would make their way up to Lord Rupert’s estate.

With the trees and borders resplendent with their Springtime adornment, the gardens were looking magnificent.  Many made the most of the weather; enjoying a picnic or a barbecue amidst the “Capably landscaped grounds”.  A few teenagers (and more than one dog) splashed in the lake, whilst others languished under the dappled shade of the trees, drinking Chianti fiasco, and reading the Romantic poets to their lovers.

Lots of people went inside the historic hall – “Remodelled during The Restoration by Barry” – and marvelled at the opulent splendour of the lobby.  Lord Rupert was particularly excited to show off his Priest’s Hole.

All in all, an excellent day of bird watching, Chianti-drinking and Sun-burning.

March 18, 2012

10 mile deep and a foot wide

by 3arn0wl

It had started with breakfast in bed:  an overrated act of love in her opinion as she always managed to embed the toasted breadcrumbs deep down in the sheets.

It continued at the Hallowed Prostitute, where posies had been doled out to any female over the age of consent.

And then in the Flying Pig, where free puddings were lavished upon childbearing hips of all ages.

But she’d had enough by the time she was given free choice of DVD for the afternoon’s entertainment, opting instead for a gentle walk around Snodding Estate.

Holly Wood just wished that the lengths of the depth and width of Mother’s Day were turned the other way round!

February 1, 2012

Chorley Uni students rusticated

by 3arn0wl

A ‘capture of’ Zoologists from Chorley University was sent down yesterday.

They’d been tasked to survey wildlife.

January 4, 2012

3s

by 3arn0wl

There hasn’t been much rest on the Snodding Estate over the festive season.

All the vines have been pruned, and several broken stays and wires have been replaced.

The copse needed thinning too, to allow light onto the woodland floor.  The Corylus will regrow again quickly enough though.

And several rotten old Tilia have had to be removed from the drive.  However, they are going to be replaced, and another row planted behind them.

Rupert, Lord Snodding – …. . ……!

October 30, 2011

Fall back

by 3arn0wl

Tom Bell had gone up the tower at St. Nick’s ready to ring for Eucharist, and wondered why there was no one else there.

The ‘fox’ got an hour’s grace at the hash on the Snodding Estatethey’ll never catch him.

Gaia Daley luxuriated in the extravagance of an extra hour in her king-sized bed – she still kneaded to be up at the crack of dawn though.

But putting the clocks back an hour made not the slightest bit of difference to Justin Case.  He never gets up before lunchtime on a Sunday anyway!

October 13, 2011

A little oenology

by 3arn0wl

The South facing hills of limestone marl on the Snodding Estate are perfect terroir for growing grapes. And thanks in part to the recent spell of hot weather, Lord Rupert says his Pinot Noir are “Sensational” this year!

For the last ten daysLord Rupert has been out picking his grapes, and carefully removing them from their stems.

But now he’s putting his wine wellies on – Snodding Estate Plonk is all foot-pressed!

He’ll put the juice and the must into his oak barrels, to let the grapes’ natural sugars convert into alcohol, using the wild yeasts that formed on the grapes as they grew. A couple of weeks should do it. After that, he’ll strain off the must, and rack it into clean barrels.

You’ll be able to get your hands on it as early as the 17th of November – Nouveu Day!

February 20, 2012

Midnight reveries

by 3arn0wl

Perhaps the last night of the half term holiday was not the best time for a sleepover,  but Grace Merryweather and Rose Wood had a brilliant time!  They told stories and listened to music,  they danced and sang and talked about their god: Justin Bieber. They baked chocolate coconut squares, and then scoffed them with crisps at midnight.  And they made garlands of paper flowers,  with which they adorned each other.

Meanwhile, having heard some highly disturbing noises whilst walking in the Estate’s arboretum, Simon shinned up a bael tree,  where he stayed until dawn,  picking off the leaves and praying for salvation.