What nicer way to spend a warm, sunny summer’s day than to get out of the sweaty city and spend a few hours wandering around one of Britain’s fine old rural estates and its manicured grounds? To read the stories of scandal, daring-do, noble intrigue, battles and sumptuous parties across the centuries. What nicer way to spend that day indeed. Mrs P and I did just that. Albeit in reverse.
I say in reverse, because Mrs P and I set off from our rural homestead and drove into the heart of London, where Syon House sits. It is sandwiched between Kew Gardens and Osterley House in West London. Once in the park, you’d never know that you are in the midst of one of the worlds great cities. Assuming, of course, that you can overlook the fact that you are directly underneath Heathrow airport’s flight path. For a few more photos, click here.