If you were to arrive at the front door of the Field House, you would be let in to the sunroom, and then through that and a very wide tall wooden door with a large window in the upper half. Upon entering this, the main door of the house, and looking to the right, this is what you would see. Actually you would see a lot more than this, as my 24mm Nikon lense on the D-100 digital body doesn't open up as wide as I would like, so until I win the lottery and buy a true wide angle, this will have to do!
A three part rectangular layout staircase, with tall baseboards, and wall panelling underneath. The thing that amazes me is that the lacquer finish on all the woodwork was applied around 1890 (give or take two years - see first post!), almost 120 years ago, and now, apart from a few minor buffs and scrapes, still looks as good as new. I like the small octagonal framed stained glass windows, which let in just enough light. Sometimes climbing the stairs I wonder about all the other people over the years who have climbed the same staircase, holding the banister, or gliding their right hand on the wall as they went up......If only these walls could talk, the stories they might tell.
If you were to arrive at the front door of the Field House, you would be let in to the sunroom, and then through that and a very wide tall wooden door with a large window in the upper half. Upon entering this, the main door of the house, and looking to the right, this is what you would see. Actually you would see a lot more than this, as my 24mm Nikon lense on the D-100 digital body doesn't open up as wide as I would like, so until I win the lottery and buy a true wide angle, this will have to do!
A three part rectangular layout staircase, with tall baseboards, and wall panelling underneath. The thing that amazes me is that the lacquer finish on all the woodwork was applied around 1890 (give or take two years - see first post!), almost 120 years ago, and now, apart from a few minor buffs and scrapes, still looks as good as new. I like the small octagonal framed stained glass windows, which let in just enough light. Sometimes climbing the stairs I wonder about all the other people over the years who have climbed the same staircase, holding the banister, or gliding their right hand on the wall as they went up......If only these walls could talk, the stories they might tell.
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