tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-46081214866515535.post-43902729874279446752008-05-19T16:48:00.005+01:002008-05-26T11:26:32.947+01:00<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202117987640403938" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_NgsLQ2juwe4/SDGiv2z55-I/AAAAAAAAADo/7A92pJlcdB4/s200/henry.jpg" border="0" />The twists and turns of Chatsworth’s corridors often feel like something out of Harry Potter, leading you past a procession of ever weirder and more wonderful things. Mysterious unfinished paintings, curious Victorian inventions and half-dismantled sculptures merge in the shadows into a storybook backdrop which I think perfectly suits Chatsworth’s magical personality. You never know what to expect. (It’s fantastic that more and more people are able to walk these corridors on the Behind the Scenes tours.)<br /><br />A headless Henry VIII was among the things I didn’t expect to see on my walk to the office this morning. He is waiting quietly outside the joiner’s shop beside a huge, menacing set of Tudor stocks, before they both take centre-stage at this weekend’s Tudor festival in the garden. I’m preparing myself for more strange sightings as the festival approaches and the garden fills up with terrible Tudors! Everybody who comes to Chatsworth this weekend will see what I mean!<br /><br />Claire Fowler, Education Officer for The Devonshire Educational TrustChatsworthnoreply@blogger.com