Today we stopped by the domicile of a distant relative of mine, the noble Lady Elizabeth McQueeg. Unfortunately, my great- great-…etc grandmother wasn’t there, at the time partaking in a deliciously elite social gathering in London. Ah, even thousands of years ago the McQueegs were the proverbial cream of the crop. The butler was gracious enough to let us in, as the night was quite stormy. In the hall, I was able to take this picture of a portrait of my dear grandmama.

Simply beautiful. The rest of the estate was also delightfully lavish, and I quite enjoyed the tour given to us by the butler. It is strange, for he reminds me of someone I know, but I can’t quite put my finger on it. When I asked Reka if she recognized the gentlemen she only gave a short snort and kept walking. Don’t know what had her in such a rotten mood. Here’s a photograph I took of the two, unnoticed of course.

All in all an evening well spent in my opinion, as we were even provided lodgings overnight. I hope to perhaps encounter dear Elizabeth as we leave tomorrow, as she was scheduled to return around that time.
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