De-Knighted

How does one become knighted? This is something I shall add to my ATLAS!

{Adds become a knight to ATLAS}.

Become knighted and officially add the ‘sir’ in front of my name. Sir Daniel Sellers. “It’s impossible for you,” exclaimed Richard Wright. “You have to be British.”

Dang it.

{Takes becoming a knight off the ATLAS}.

“You also have to do something great in the world, which takes years,” Lucy chimed in. “And someone has to nominate you. You just can’t ask to be knighted.”
“So what you’re saying is, it’s nearly impossible, for the mere fact that I’m not British.” Even so, the question came up because of our prospects of the day; we were going to Chatsworth to see where the Duke of Devonshire resides. Chatsworth is located in Derbyshire, about an hour’s drive north of Sheffield across windy, hilly roads. Which meant if we didn’t get to Chatsworth any sooner, I was going to have to ask Richard Wright to pull over so I could perform a royal vomit. Fortunately, we made it just in time before my stomach quelled to it’s fullest. Upon first glance of Chatsworth, it was definitely a grandiose estate fit for any Duke. It looked almost like a castle, more so a royally constructed mansion, surrounded by forests, gardens, statues, river banks, and lot’s of green grass. So much neatly cut green grass, one might confuse Chatsworth as a glorified golf course. The Duke of Devonshire and the Cavendish family lived here, and they were living the life.

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Part of the Chatsworth house was closed off to tourists, so the Cavendish family could have privacy. The rest of the grounds were ours for exploring. The weather was drizzly, but we didn’t let it hamper our spirits! We began with exploring the outside gardens and forests, including a cascade that stretched about the size of a football field. Lucy and Linda raced to the top!

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I still felt like I wanted to vomit. But what a shame it would have been to do such a thing on these grounds. I felt like I would have committed a crime for sure, so instead I held it in. Eventually, the urge went away and I started to feel alright again. We moved on towards rocky gardens. The rocks formed miniature mountains which could be climbed on to gather a better view of the surrounding area.

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As we strolled through, we found an entrance to an underground tunnel that went underneath the forest to a different area.

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The grounds here were enormous and was laid on in multiple paths. Everything was pristine, not a trace of the smallest litter, and the walkways stretched back to the main terrace that led to the Chatsworth House, as it is called.

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It started to rain, and to let the weather wear out, we enjoyed a nice lunch back in the car. Everywhere else was too wet to be comfortable. Lucy made excellent sandwiches, supplied select small pastries, and Linda had precut some fruit. I had a ginger soda in hand and all was good. The rain never really did let up, but it didn’t matter, we decided to go inside Chatsworth house.

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The neat thing was that people actually lived here. At least the part that was closed off to the public, the rest was open to the public (for a price of course) to walk through and learn about its history. First thing I noticed, if you looked up, a giant hand-painted muriel that took up the entire ceiling of the main floor.

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There were paintings everywhere in this place. Upstairs held a private library that the Duke and his family have used just a few hours ago.

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Near the library were separate bedrooms, and in between all of these rooms was what I presumed to be one of the main dining areas.

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There were many other rooms and doors that were blocked off from the public. I had a strong urge to sneak through the rooms and guarded areas for own adventurous sake but there was security every which way I turned. I felt as though I’d be beheaded in front of the Duke of Devonshire himself if I did something wrong. This place was riddled with doors that led to who knows where? I had to contain myself.

We left the main grounds of Chatsworth to a tea place right around the corner. In addition to experience something typical English as Chatsworth, the right family also introduced me to another typical English pastime: the afternoon tea. It’s just enjoying tea, usually with cream, and perhaps a scone during the afternoon. By the way, I love scones!

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I asked them, “What exactly is a crumpet anyway?” It’s something I’ve always heard the English like to have with their tea. I don’t think I’ve ever seen a crumpet. They had a bit of difficulty explaining what a crumpet was to me, but I think I got it. I think.

Moving on, that same night a good friend of the Wright family was having a party in their village. I was interested in learning how the English get down. Turns out, they get down quite well! What fascinated me the most was that everyone knew or at least knew of each other. And there was a mix of different age groups young and old mingling together late in the night. Even Mr. Richard Wright proved he could hang with the best of them!

After the party, Lucy’s brother Dave suggested that the guys go “night golfing”. Of course the idea came about after a little boosting, but I was game for it. Four of us, crept into the darkness and snuck out onto a golf course nearby. We only had the moonlight guiding us along with a few bottles of whatever Dave was ever to stash from the Wright household. The game was simple, four of us would play a quick round close to the green and the last one to sink their ball had to drink a bit of the worst bottle we had.

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We stayed out for a couple of hours until we saw Lucy and Dave’s girlfriend in the distant fog trying to sneak up on us. Nice try ladies. Your laughs could be heard miles away! I tried to take photos, but it was just too dark.

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The next morning would be my last morning in Sheffield. Lucy wanted to treat me to one last breakfast before we bid farewell (for the fourth time!). I had what they called a full English breakfast which did the job well! Afterwards, Richard Wright drove us to the train station where we sat and waited at my boarding platform…or at least we thought we did. Lucy went to use the loo and that’s when I realized we were at the wrong platform and my train was actually already there on the other side of the platform. I tried to wait as long as possible for Lucy but unfortunately my train was about to leave. Thankfully she saw my train and me waving frantically from the window. You and your family were a real treat and a pleasant surprise
for this trip I’m on. I did not expect to see Lucy so soon! But I’m glad I did. Thank you Wrights for everything! I’m off for a quick detour in London before I head off to Germany!

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Author: Adventure Born

I'm Daniel. A cereal lovin', traveling machine from Michigan on a solo journey around the world, documenting and sharing my unexpected tales from abroad. My aim is to inspire people like YOU to discover your very own adventures. The world is truly too big not to explore it!

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