While catching up on my correspondence, my maid sought me out and I was informed that the groundskeeper would be pleased to show me the refurbished park. Nearly upsetting the inkwell, I stood and went through the ballroom, through the sun room and came upon him. The rains had delayed their completion of the retaining walls, he apologetically offered, but no apologies were necessary. The final result was well beyond my expectations, and I beamed at him "Job well done, indeed." He bowed, departing, and giving me leave to explore his work at my leisure. I leaned towards a cheery bloom, bringing a rose towards me and inhaled the sweet fragrance, delighted that very soon I might issue invitations to all, bidding them north to Yorkshire.

Anyone wishing to avail themselves of a constitutional, or in the event of rain, to a cup of tea by the fire, is welcome.

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