Spencer brought up the idea of visiting some kind of manor while we were in Peterborough, so Mallory consulted some people in-the-know and we were directed to Burghley House which is located in Stamford, a quick train ride away.
While the train ride was quick, Burghley house was still about a mile and a half from the train station. Walking there wouldn’t have been so bad, but I’m a woman who is constantly unaware of what is considered proper footwear for any occasion and, along with Ashley and Lexi, hobbled along behind long-legged Spencer in my flat as a pancake, five year old flip flops. I’d actually venture to say that they’re flatter than a pancake…more like a crepe, even.
It didn’t help that we were under a time crunch as the last tour of the day was at 12:45 and we were pushing it to get there. Spencer actually ran to make it to the door at 12:44 and we were let in by the hair on our chinny (sp?) chin chins. By this time, my crepe-flops were ready to break in half so I was stepping gingerly through all the rooms in the house.
We were so behind, that the staff was literally closing the doors behind us as we made our way through the rooms. They were, however, incredibly friendly and incredibly knowledgeable and gave us lots of cool tidbits of information as we passed through.
Burghley House was built by William Cecil, Lord High Treasurer and Chief Minister to Queen Elizabeth I, in the 16th century. There are something like 35 main rooms in the house, which were used by Queen Elizabeth as well as the future Queen Victoria.
We wrapped up our quick tour of the house with a spot of lunch, and headed out to explore the grounds a little more as the property outside the house is an attraction all in itself.
The surrounding area made me want to throw up because of how picturesque it was. We found ourselves standing under a weeping willow by an adorable bridge with swans swimming through and sheep grazing up on a hill in the distance with a giant castle to our backs. Isn’t that sickening?
From there, we wandered around the Garden of Surprises which is overflowing with unique sculptures, a mirror maze, water features of all kinds, and beds of beautiful flowers.
We lingered around the gardens for quite awhile as we all knew we were facing the mile and a half trek back, though luckily we wouldn’t be rushed this time. Trying to provide more support for my crepe-flops, I walked back in the grass where I ended up full-on kicking a stinging nettle which left my right foot partially numb for a solid 24 hours.
I assumed the poison would enter my bloodstream and consume me in my sleep and that’s how I would die in the land of my ancestors.
Long story short, I’m still alive and you should be sure to check out Burghley House if you ever find yourself in Stamford!