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Blenheim Palace

Birthplace of Winston Churchill, Blenheim Palace is one of Britain’s finest stately homes. It’s surrounded by landscaped parkland, the handiwork of Capability Brown, and elegant formal gardens which make it an ideal place to explore on a sunny day. A triumph of romantic architecture, the palace is a World Heritage Site.

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Many great landscape gardeners have gone down in history and been remembered in a very solid way by the magnificent parks and gardens that they designed with almost god-like power and foresight, thinking nothing of making lakes and shifting hills and planting woodlands to enable future generations to appreciate the sublime beauty of wild Nature transformed by Man. There have been Capability Brown, Sagacity Smith, Intuition De Vere Slade-Gore…
In Ankh-Morpork, there was Bloody Stupid Johnson.
Bloody Stupid “It might Look A Bit Messy Now But Just You Come Back In Five Hundred Years’ Time” Johnson. Bloody Stupid “Look, The Plans Were The Right Way Round When I Drew Them” Johnson. Bloody Stupid Johnson, who had 2000 tons of earth built into an artificial hillock in front of Quirm Manor because “It’d drive me mad to have to look at a bunch of trees and mountains all day long, how about you?”
Th Ankh-Morpork palace grounds were considered the high spot, if such it could be called, of his career. For example, they contained the ornamental trout lake, one hundred and fifty yards long and, because of one of those trifling errors of notation that were such a distinctive feature of Bloody Stupid’s designs, one inch wide. It was the home of one trout, which was quite comfortable provided it didn’t try to turn around, and had once featured an ornate fountain which, when first switched on, did nothing but groan ominously for five minutes and then fire a small stone cherub a thousand feet into the air.
It contained the hoho, which was like a haha only deeper. A haha is a concealed ditch and wall designed to allow landowners to look out across rolling vistas without getting cattle and inconvenient poor people wandering across the lawns. Under Bloody Stupid’s errant pencil it was dug fifty feet deep and had claimed three gardeners already.
The maze was so small that people got lost looking for it.
But the Patrician rather liked the gardens, in a quiet kind of way. He had certain views about the mentality of most of mankind, and the gardens made him feel fully justified.
—  the introduction of B.S. Johnson | Terry Pratchett, Men at Arms
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Burghley House, Stamford, Lincolnshire. by Ron Bowyer
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‘The Great Hall’ A grand 16th-century country house near to Stamford, Lincolnshire, England. A leading example of the Elizabethan prodigy house. Its park was laid out by Capability Brown. Copyright © Ron Bowyer.

In Which There is a Dinner

A/N: As people wanted, here is more Bentley. He never gets a break.
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           “And remember, you promised to let me tell him. When I’m ready. Not when you are, when I’m ready.”

           Alcor shrugged, deceivingly human in appearance. “Yeah, sure. Whatever you say. As long as I get to visit you in the end.”

           Bentley opened his mouth to politely hiss at Alcor that this was his father and he didn’t want to freak him out too much when the man in question rapped on the doorframe. “Bentley? Tyrone? Are you ready for dinner?”

           “Coming Dad!” Bentley hollered, dusting off his bright purple skirt and galaxy leggings. “Alcor—”

           “Tyrone,” Alcor drawled, grinning just a tad wider than Bentley thought human beings were capable of, his brown eyes wide in faux-innocence. “I’m not an all-powerful dream demon, I’m just a normal kid who shares lunch and MagiTech with Bentley Josh Farkas.”

           “Tyrone, then. I was going to say that you might be more convincing as a human if you didn’t have. Um. The wings.”

           The demon twisted around to look at his back, and a moment later they were gone. “Better?” His teeth were serrated again.

           Bentley wondered exactly why he’d thought that this dinner would be a good idea.

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Many great landscape gardeners have gone down in history and been remembered in a very solid way by the magnificent parks and gardens that they designed with almost god-like power and foresight, thinking nothing of making lakes and shifting hills and planting woodlands to enable furture generations to appreciate the sublime beauty of wild Nature transformed by Man.
There have been Capability Brown, Sagacity Smith, Intuition De Vere Slade-Gore….
In Ankh-Morpork, there was Bloody Stupid Johnson.
Bloody Stupid ‘It Might Look A Bit Messy Now But Just You Come Back In Five Hundred Years’ Time’ Johnson.
Bloody Stupid 'Look, The Plans Were The Right Way Round When I Drew Them’ Johnosn.
—  Terry Pratchett - Men At Arms

This year we celebrate the 300th anniversary of the birth of Lancelot ‘Capability’ Brown. Did you know that he began his career at Stowe in Buckinghamshire as an under-gardener before going on to transform the garden and launching his meteoric rise to fame? #nationaltrust #capabilitybrown

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Burghley House, Stamford, Lincolnshire. by Ron Bowyer
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‘View of the Inner Court’. A grand 16th-century country house near to Stamford, Lincolnshire, England. A leading example of the Elizabethan prodigy house. Its park was laid out by Capability Brown. Copyright © Ron Bowyer.

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Burghley House, Stamford, Lincolnshire. by Ron Bowyer
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‘West Wing, Queen Elizabeth’s Bedroom’. A grand 16th-century country house near to Stamford, Lincolnshire, England. A leading example of the Elizabethan prodigy house. Its park was laid out by Capability Brown. Copyright © Ron Bowyer.

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Burghley House, Stamford, Lincolnshire. by Ron Bowyer
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‘North Wing, the Billiard Room’. A grand 16th-century country house near to Stamford, Lincolnshire, England. A leading example of the Elizabethan prodigy house. Its park was laid out by Capability Brown. Copyright © Ron Bowyer.