I came upon this tree lined area on the grounds and pondered how many hours were spent running and playing. Little legs weaving in and out of the trunks of these trees. Did they fall down, dizzy? Did they race each other up and down the middle? I pictured leaves rustling and crinkling in the soft breeze, happy to be a part of children's frolic.
I think I will park here for some weeks to come and relive Althorp. Life is about making memories and some really great ones were made here.