#newstead abbey

[atlasandacamera]

Newstead Abbey, Nottinghamshire

#queue #photography #newstead abbey #nottingham #nottinghamshire #england #uk #europe #landscape #landscape photography #pond #nature #monk's stew pond

[windsweptinred]

I'll be revisiting Newstead Abbey in a couple of weeks, one of my favourite historic houses here in England. So I thought I'd enjoy the early evening sun and do a little homage doodle for it's one time master and one of my favorite historical disasters.

#lord byron #george gordon byron #the romantic poets #newstead abbey #my artwork #my pen and ink scribbles

[m00ngazer]

𝐃𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐚𝐛𝐛𝐢𝐭 𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐞

𝘕𝘦𝘸𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘢𝘥 𝘈𝘣𝘣𝘦𝘺, 𝘕𝘰𝘵𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘩𝘢𝘮𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘳𝘦

#Alice in wonderland #lewis carroll #alice through the looking glass #newstead abbey #Christmas #christmas magic #Christmas time #interesting history #nottinghamshire

[annabelleposey]

newstead abbey, 2022

#newstead abbey #nottinghamshire #UK #tree #woods #forest #gardens #green #nature #myphoto

[bitchingandjunkfood-x]

Japanese garden at Newstead Abbey

#lily pads #newstead abbey #japanese #japanese garden #garden

[danielleasbureaucouk]

So we went away for a weekend break to do the Black Diamond tour at Wentworth Woodhouse, followed by afternoon tea in the long gallery.

To fill the other day of the weekend, Friday and Monday travelling, we went to Bolsover Castle and Newstead Abbey.

We have been to Bolsover before, which was just as well, as we got stuck in Chesterfield, arrived late and had to rush the place in order to get to Newstead on time. Should have just done the latter instead, as we didn't really savour Bolsover and it was quite busy.

Newstead was interesting, but tainted by the mood, quarrels and tension it took to get to Bolsover and the daily fight over the sat nav. Fight over who has the right way extended into gardens which didn't help.

Sunday was Wentworth and the sat nav route planned out to avoid Chesterfield. Netflix had been filming at Wentworth and some rooms were still dressed. Not allowed to say what it is about or who is in it, but it sounds interesting and I shall try to watch it when it is on.

Rained at the end so we couldn't do the gardens properly. Tea was nice, especially the deserts and sausage / veg rolls, but the finger sandwiches could have been better.

Played Scrabble every night at the holiday house, which, as you can see from my earlier post, has at least two peacocks. They have a farm too, which meant we got the same amount of sleep as we do at home. Not sure which is worst, traffic, or farms and peacocks.

Scrabble was fine until the last night, when father and mother took ages to go, then complained about how long I took on one round so I ended up passing and losing. Mother was constantly biting her cuticles in front of me and talking about things, which didn't help thinking of words to use.

Holiday cottage is a bit tired in some places, a bit too pretentious posh in the bathrooms. Mother appreciates the thoughtful nature of the aesthetic. No notes on housekeeping before we leave so mother will hover. She was surprised when I said we wouldn't stay here again, even when I reminded her of the noisy farm that kept us awake.

I don't really feel this has much of a holiday, with my father being stressed and irritable about driving anyway, mother moaning about my l as the grandfather and his former partner screwing us over, that she has to go back to work, singing due to words we say, biting her cuticles, stressing about cleaning the place before we leave, brutal truth that's a dig at me using too much product in my because I use hair food in my hair that's white, when I comment that my hair feels a static, ratty mess. She had no objection to the clear stuff that ran out way too soon, because it was clear. Trying to reassure me about the potential new place that we can change our minds about moving, yet stressing the amount of money we will lose and yet we're preparing stuff for moving anyway. Doing the same concerning my new glasses that I've stopped wearing because they were making my eyes worse, no concern on getting glasses that work properly.

#wentworth #Woodhouse #newstead abbey #byron #bolsover castle #derbyshire #black diamond #Fitzwilliam

[converse-with-air]

Today's writing session derailed by the realization that I could use Google Maps to walk through the interior of Newstead Abbey.

#I am no closer to getting the specific information I wanted for my fic in the first place #the writing process #newstead abbey

[sleepynerds]

Newstead Abbey, 2022.

#england #mine #nottingham #p #landscapes #japanese garden #newstead abbey #lord byron

[thefollyflaneuse]

The Folly Castle and Folly Forts, Newstead Abbey, Nottinghamshire

The Folly Castle and Folly Forts, Newstead Abbey, Nottinghamshire

Newstead Abbey is best known as the seat of the Romantic poet George Gordon, Lord Byron, but it was equally famed in the middle of the 18th century as the home of his great-uncle, William, the 5th Baron, known as the ‘Wicked Lord’. It was William who built sham forts and castles around the estate’s Great Lake, on which sailed his fleet of boats. (more…)

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#City of Nottingham #Horace Walpole #Lord Byron #Naumachia #Newstead Abbey #Paul Sandby #Sir Julien Cahn #Thoroton Society

[dabiconcordia]

Epitaph to a dog

NEAR this spot Are deposited the Remains of one Who possessed Beauty Without Vanity, Strength without Insolence, Courage without Ferocity, And all the Virtues of Man Without his Vices. This Praise, which would be unmeaning flattery If inscribed over Human Ashes, Is but a just tribute to the Memory of "Boatswain," a Dog Who was born at Newfoundland, May, 1803, And died at Newstead Abbey Nov. 18, 1808. by Lord Byron

#Abbey House Gardens #photo nigel musgrove- #lord byron #newstead abbey #boatswain #newfoundland

[atlasandacamera]

Newstead Abbey, Nottinghamshire

#queue #photography #newstead abbey #nottingham #nottinghamshire #england #uk #europe #water #japanese garden #waterfall #landscape #landscape photography #nature

[mea-gloria-fides]

Newstead Abbey, Nottinghamshire.

[m00ngazer]

Magic at the abbey ✨

#newstead abbey #christmas time #christmas magic #december #interesting history #nottinghamshire

[homomenhommes]

Lord Byron and John Edleston at Newstead Abbey, 1806 Nick Hugh McCann, Swann Auction Galleries

[scotianostra]

The Romantic Poet Lord Byron died on 19th April 1824.

George Gordon Noel, sixth Baron of Byron was born in London on January 22nd 1788 to Captain John Byron and Catherine Gordon, heiress of Gight in Aberdeenshire.

After his father, known as “Mad Jack”, had frivolled away much of her fortune, Catherine whisked her son away to Aberdeen in 1789 where he spent his formative years, it was this time that left a mark on the romantic poet, he always saw himself as a Scot after this.

  His father died when he was three, his half-sister was shipped off to live with their maternal grandmother, and he lived in miserable lodgings with his volatile, depressed mother and their abusive nurse. Aged ten his great-uncle William unexpectedly died in 1789, leaving young Byron to take up the reigns as sixth Baton Byron of Rochdale. The family moved to Newstead Abbey in Nottinghamshire, and he was later educated at Harrow and The University of Cambridge.

Despite enduring such ordeals as a young child in the north east of Scotland, the poet was empowered by his Scottish bloodline. Aged just 19, he wrote of his love for the northern countryside in ‘Hours of Idleness’, distinctly unimpressed by the comparatively barren landscapes of the south, the evidence is  in the third verse of the poem Dark Lochnagar, for those unconvinced about his “Scottishness”

  England! thy beauties are tame and domestic

To one who has roved on the mountains afar

Oh for the crags that are wild and majestic

The steep frowning glories o’ wild Lochnagar.

As the poet entered into his late teens and early twenties, his life was quickly overwhelmed by scandal – among his affairs with married women, actresses and young men, it is thought he had a child with his half-sister Augusta, five years his elder, a scandalous life at any time, let alone 18th century England!

In what is considered his masterpiece, Don Jaun, he again hankers back to Scotland, the work is over 500 pages long, split into canto’s. Canto X (ten) gives us another wee glimpse with….

But I am half a Scot by birth, and bred A whole one, and my heart flies to my head, —

As “Auld Lang Syne” brings Scotland, one and all,     Scotch plaids, Scotch snoods, the blue hills, and clear streams, The Dee — the Don — Balgounie’s brig’s black wall,     All my boy feelings, all my gentler dreams Of what I then dreamt, clothed in their own pall,     Like Banquo’s offspring; — floating past me seems My childhood in this childishness of mine: I care not — ‘t is a glimpse of “Auld Lang Syne.”

And though, as you remember, in a fit     Of wrath and rhyme, when juvenile and curly, I rail’d at Scots to show my wrath and wit,     Which must be own’d was sensitive and surly, Yet ‘t is in vain such sallies to permit,     They cannot quench young feelings fresh and early: “scotch’d not kill’d” the Scotchman in my blood, And love the land of “mountain and of flood.”

Byron's body was embalmed but his heart buried under a tree in Messolonghi in Greece. His remains were sent to England for burial in Westminster Abbey, but for some reason the Abbey refused.

He is buried at the Church of St. Mary Magdalene in Hucknall in the family vault.

In later years, the Abbey allowed a duplicate of a marble slab given by the King of Greece, which is laid directly above Byron's grave. In 1969, 145 years after Byron's death, a memorial to him was finally placed in Westminster Abbey.

#scotland #anglo scottish #english #poet #romantic poetry #romantic #nobility #history

[neve007]

I took this photo of one of my favourite peacocks who lives at Newstead abbey 💚 I don’t know what his name is though. Also it’s Byron’s old house which is very cool

#birds #peacock #geese #nature #romantics #poetry