Absurdity, alive and well

This afternoon I visited Chatsworth with the family. It was a relief to see the Great British tradition of absurdity alive and well. If you don't flash or get in everyone else's way you can even take pictures.

Everyone who has been must remember the giant foot.

Yes, I know it's hard to tell from the photo, it could be six inches long. But the thing beside it is a Very Large radiator.

A commendable sense of relative value - precious ceramics and silver are displayed alongside a rag rug

Honey is served at breakfast au naturel.

I mean on the comb (...if they had a naked footman serving it, no-one's telling)

Unconstrained waterfowl have the run of the place

And the warden is oblivious to the fact that the lion is about to eat one of the other statues, despite the frantic attempts of the lady on the left to attract his attention.

The ridiculous wealth that went into the place oozes from every hinge and finial. There is even a Sabine Room. Imagine, being so rich that you even set aside a chamber for that. Now that is absurd.