Okay, let's have a writing-related post for a change (er, no, I'm not much further on - but I do know an awful lot about a strolling player's life in the early 19th Century now.) I had to arrange a library visit this morning so afterwards, in pursuance of period detail, I trotted over to the Theatre Royal at Bury St Edmunds which was built in 1819. It was shut.

There was no one else around at all - but just as I was having a Lost-In-Austen moment, an official-type chap emerged from somewhere unspecified and asked if he could help. And bless him, he showed me the ballroom.

I was so completely blown away that the photos are all over the place. It is just the prettiest ballroom ever. This is the far end.


Well, no wonder Susanna was all of a dither.
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7 comments:
Fabulous!
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How gorgeous!
It was just terrific! Fortunately I wasn't tempted into doing anything silly like show off my waltzing skills because the official-type-guy had just varnished the floor (that's why it looks so shiny). Mind you, the fumes definitely added to the high-as-a-kite feeling as I stood there gawping.
That staircase is stunning! Thanks for sharing.
Isn't it great, Kate? Every home should have one.
Wow! How gorgeous - no wonder he wanted to show it off!
Beautiful. I love the colours. Delicate but strong at the same time!
Pooh about the theatre being closed. Hope you can get back to it soon
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