My cousin was all secretive about where he was taking me today, Saturday. He called it a mystery trip. We drove somewhere (I am always lost here and drove into a yard with some people riding down the lab on horseback. I thought yay! horses.
He asked if I had any idea where I was. No clue.
Then I saw this.
Before the horn blew and the all headed off after the hounds they had a moment of silence for the dowager who had passed away just before Christmas. She apparently lived in that castle alone.
I had to look up what a dowager was: A dowager is a widow who holds a title or property—a “dower”—derived from her deceased husband. As an adjective, dowager usually appears in association with monarchical and aristocratic titles.
You all know me I was wishing I had a horse under me, even though I’ve never cleared a jump in my life, so I could have rode off with them but it was still awesome just to witness something that I was pretty sure didn’t happen anymore.
I can hardly believe I get to do the coolest things.