In her letters, she referred to her estate as 'Hot Toddy Hall.' She did this in an attempt to protect her privacy as well as to offer her correspondents a revealing glimpse into her personal life.**
This was Jane's local church. She rarely set foot inside, as she was usually nursing her hangover from Saturday night's festivities in Hot Toddy Hall.***
This was Jane's local butcher and deli. She loved their duck liver pate and could often be heard on the children's swings after dark, whooping into the wee hours.****
And so concludes my tour of Northern England. Please let me know if you are interested in any more of my tours; there are many neighborhoods in London I would love to walk you through.
*I'm making this up. I really have no idea where Jane Austen lived.
**This is also not true.
***This is probably true.
****'Whooping' is not a metaphor.
5 comments:
I hope you plan on skulking around Manchester one of these weekends. Although I have no advice; I haven't been there in over 20 years. Yikes!
hey - that's scotland!
Ha! Looks like it, doesn't it? These were all taken near Scotch Corner in North Yorkshire!
hahahhaha...more, please!
well you cannot blame me for thinking so + they are included in your
christmas from scotland photos you sent last week!!
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