Lord Edward Ayr–Gray cycled passed the queue of visitors waiting for the gates to the main walkway up to Yelby Manor to open. With a brisk but cheery ‘Good morning!’, he hurried by, showering those at the front of the queue with water from a large puddle he rode through.
‘Well, of all the…’ Glynis Fairchops reached into her handbag for a tissue to dab her face and long beige coat.
Rodney Fairchops, Glynis’s husband, stood beside her, using his hand to mop his brow. ‘I say,’ Rodney declared in his sergeant major voice, ‘I shall jolly well be having words with his Lordship when I see him.’
The couple behind them, Esmie and Clement Stalwark tutted, but said nothing.
The couple behind them, Catherine and Vincent Pludd, looked at each other in disbelief; their matching white bomber jackets splattered with brown marks.
The couple behind them, just out of reach of the puddle, Myrtle and Ognar Rance, chatted amiably between themselves, unaware of the incident just ahead.
‘So, my little pomegranate,’ Ognar whispered, ‘I can’t wait to walk around the grounds. I particularly want to wander the vineyard.’
‘Me too, my darling butternut squash.’ Myrtle smiled, then looked up to the top of Ognar’s head. ‘Your hairpiece looks simply wonderful.’ She lowered her voice as she asked, whilst gently tapping her shoulder bag, ‘did you bring your secateurs?’
Lady Ayr-Gray cycled by quickly without a word, showering the front of the queue again as she did so.
Posted for The Unicorn Challenge, a magical challenge hosted by Jenne Gray and C E Ayr (links to their sites are included in the tale above). What is this challenge? you ask. Merely write up to 250 words using a photo supplied by our hosts as the prompt... that's all there is to it!
The Mansionic Perspective 
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