Hope Posted January 23, 2017 Share Posted January 23, 2017 #43 The Townhouse of Lady KendishallThe town house was commissioned many years ago - and boasts a sweeping crushed drive way to expedite the arrival of carriages with guests. And what parties have been had in this house, it's libertine reputation remains to this day. Ivy has grown up the walls of the tall building, and a glorious display of flowers bring brightness to its sober lines. Within its grounds are intermittently placed sculptures of frolicsome scenes of nymphs at play. The sporting young gentleman about town Rowland Alston, a-happened to be ambling down Piccadilly street on his way to the Cross, when he noticed all manner of goings on at number 43. A cart was stationary in the drive, with boxes being hand-trucked through to out the back - while a second cart was waiting out on the street, apparently with a load of goods to come in also. It might have been house moving sort of thing: but that Alston’s keen ears perceived the clinking of wine bottles. Pausing his step, he turned and watched on over the fence, twirling the edge of his moustache. A party, and he, without an invitation! "I say, good fellow!" Rowland called out to the chap with hand cart, waving him over to the fence with the alluring flash of a shilling. "Looks like the party of the year is to take place here, who's place is this then hmm?" he waited a rely before flicking him the shilling, a shilling that spun and spun glinting in the winter sun. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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