most physical choreography between
man, the river, the fish, the rain and the
eternally rich green flora. I caught nary
a salmon in the Blackwater, but sea fishing proved bountiful and a first course
for dinner. A great day on the river culminates with tea time, a Lismore ritual.
G
ive me just the memory of teatime
in the commodious Gothic bay window
of the great hall of Lismore and I will
be satiated. After having indulged in
this agreeable ritual, every subsequent
calorie, even of the Godiva and Haagen Dazs variety, is judged as to its value in comparison to the Lismore fare.
There is a genuine interest among the
party, over a cup of tea and lemon cake,
to hear of everyone���s adventure: in antiquing, on the Lismore golf course, in
walking, at reading and during fishing.
Perfectly sited by the Duke of Devonshire���s landscape architect and architect
of the Crystal Palace, William Paxton,
the windows frame an idyllic view of
river, pastoral valley and ancient Mount
Melleray, one that took James II aback
as he gazed out at it for the first time.
HYLAND
