Diana Butler Posted October 17, 2016 Share Posted October 17, 2016 St. James Park The Park was once a marshy water meadow, but now is a thriving attraction with all of London's elite. Charles' grandfather, James I, improved the drainage and controlled the water supply. Other royalty had made improvement to the park over their reigns, but it was Charles II who made dramatic changes. The Park was redesigned, with avenues of trees planted and lawns laid. The King opened the park to the public and is a frequent visitor, feeding the ducks and mingling with his subjects. In summer, it was fashionable to drink warm milk, freshly drawn from herds of cows placidly grazing in the London parks, at a kind of milk bar provided for the purpose. The milk sellers would advertise their wares by calling: "A can of milk, ladies, a can of red cow's milk, sir!" Bundled up, Diana cursed the cold. Everyone told her when she got cold, just to picture a steamy tropical day. Diana could attest, this theory didn’t work. Despite the uncomfortable cold, she couldn’t stay penned up any longer in the house. Mornings were her time - at least they use to be her time… that was before she’d married and then spent her mornings in Ireland. Sitting astride her dark chestnut mare in the park Diana brought in the new day. The sun hadn’t been up long, perhaps half of an hour but not more than an hour. The park hadn’t quite come alive yet. The sun was up and those who’d been out all night had done passed out or gone home to hide their heads under a pillow from the soon to be brightness of the day. And a large percentage of the other half of the people were still in bed and would be for a few more hours. The early morning park wasn’t usually teeming with activity. With a sigh, she laid back on her mare’s back, extra thankful for the flat seat of this particular saddle. Her mare use to such antics, only flicked an ear at the shift of the weight. Staring up at the still cloudy morning sky the Countess of Gowran considered what Digby had said about Henry wanting to go to the Continent. Her personal feelings aside, Diana still thought it was a bad idea. Running off would open a can of worms that she wasn’t entirely sure Henry could put back in the jar once the lid had been lifted. Neither Norfolk or Henry would ever mend the fence between each other on their own, their stupid Howard pride would ruin any attempts at trying to make them sit down and work things out. Maybe Isabel would have some sort of idea on this. Deciding to send her a letter later, Diana put this particular problem on the shelf focusing on the sky once more. Velvet, her mare took a slow step forward inching her way out and towards the duck ponds. It was after all her mare’s favorite spot in the park, any water, and all water drew the naughty mare. If there was only one mud puddle from London to the Scottish Border, she could bet that her mare would find it and play in it. “Don’t think I don’t know what you are doing…” She muttered under her breath, her hands lightly keeping the mare from speeding up. Wrapping her fingers tightly in a wad of mane she straightened herself back up and glanced around. The milk sellers were out selling the milk. Diana turned her mare towards one of them and shifted to pull out the coin for a can. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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