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In celebration of Meredith Esparza’s Austenesque Extravaganza, I decided to write a short story, which I hope you will enjoy.
I am dedicating it to a very special lady. 
Adalgisa, this story is for you with much love.
An Invitation to Pemberley: 
A short story inspired by Mr. Darcy’s Secret. 
© Jane Odiwe
Miss Kitty Bennet of Longbourn House in the county of Hertfordshire considered she must be the most fortunate girl in the world. Such excitement at the end of October was most unexpected, but as the fading sun burnished the leaves to gild them with gold, an invitation to visit her sister Elizabeth at Pemberley arrived. It was enough to send her into a spin of excitement, and although her mother’s ecstatic effusions on the subject of Mr. Lloyd’s being behind the urgency of the matter gave her a moment of pleasure, she quickly dismissed such an unlikely event. Mr. Lloyd was the rector of the parish at Pemberley, and Kitty had been introduced to him during the previous Christmas season.
“But Mama, I only danced with him once,” said Kitty, trying very hard to sound calm. She did not want to betray the very real warmth of her feelings towards her favourite clergyman whom she considered was not only a good-looking young man, but also a perfect dancer.

“My dear girl, in my day, one dance meant you were practically engaged!” said Mrs. Bennet sucking in her cheeks, and pursing her lips as if she need say no more on the subject. But Kitty knew she would not be silent for long. “Now remember, Catherine, do not hold back this time or Eleanor Bradshaw will win the day as she did once before. I do not wish to scold you like other mothers do, and I wouldn’t dream of telling you the best way to catch husbands as some people who call themselves my friends are apt to instruct. However, I will say this. Young men will not dally unless they are encouraged.”

“Mama, how can you say such a thing?” Kitty was incensed by her mother’s advice.

“Oh, poof and nonsense! If you idle by, and take your eye off the prize, you will be disappointed. Eleanor Bradshaw will be ensconced in Pemberley Rectory before Mr. Lloyd has written his Christmas sermon, mark my words! How do you think your sisters got their husbands? Not by studying their feet, and the chalk lines on the floor, I can tell you.”

Kitty could hear the droning of her mother’s voice, but had long practised the art of not listening to the actual words she was saying. She kept her silence as she looked out of the window, and only knew that despite the tirade, she was looking forward to leaving for Derbyshire the very next day.
Autumn had arrived at Pemberley heralding clear, cool skies, and apple boughs drooping under the weight of crisp, red fruit to tumble into the mellow, decaying leaves, which lay in drifts of lemon, amber, and nut brown at the foot of the trees scattered in the orchard. Kitty gazed out of the carriage window at the parkland, and found she was craning her neck to watch for any signs of life as they neared the rectory next to the church on the side of the estate. The imposing house looked quiet, and she’d quite given up hope when rolling past the limestone garden walls she saw him. Dressed as he was for the outdoors she almost didn’t recognise him. A glimpse of Mr. Lloyd between the flowerbeds revealed a young man toiling beside his gardener as if this was his usual habit. To her great astonishment Kitty saw him straighten, and before she could prepare herself he was returning her gaze with a smile and a wave. Caught like a moment in a painting, the image stayed with her as they bowled along. Dark brown hair swept back by the breeze from his smiling face, white shirt sleeves rolled up to display strong arms, and black breeches tucked into boots soiled from his labours were combined in a picture to making Kitty grin with pleasure, at least, before she scolded herself. 

Kitty had been bent on a course of self-improvement ever since her last visit to Pemberley. Determined to shake off her reputation as silly and flighty, more than anything she was hoping to astound the inhabitants at the great house with what she considered were her improved new manners, and her sensible demeanour. Above everything else, she hoped to make a good impression on Mr. Lloyd who had made an enormous impression on her.
This gentleman was soon forgotten, however, on seeing her sister Elizabeth and the new baby who’d arrived the month before. Swathed in ivory linen, his sweet face rosy with contentment, Kitty was soon begging to hold young Fitzwilliam in her arms when Mr. Darcy came into the room to greet her warmly.

“Kitty, what a pleasure to see you again. How do you like your young nephew?”

“He is utterly adorable,” she replied, kissing the top of his head as the baby gripped her finger tightly.

“And he looks as if he’s thinking quite the same about you,” said Mr. Darcy. “It’s clearly love at first sight. But, we know all about such matters at Pemberley; love is in the very structure of the building.”

Kitty watched her brother-in-law as he gazed into the eyes of his wife with the expression of love she’d witnessed many times before. He turned towards her again. “And now with my sister Georgiana happily engaged to Mr. Butler, we have much to celebrate. The very air is redolent with romance.”

The smirk that played around his mouth convinced Kitty that he was teasing her, and she wondered what on earth he meant by it or what he might say next. She was surprised for Mr. Darcy was inclined to be serious, and she also knew that he had not at first been entirely happy with Georgiana’s choice of partner.

Elizabeth raised her eyebrows. “Dare we ask what has brought on such effusions, Kitty? Mr. Darcy has never spoken so eloquently on the subject of amour in his life before.”

Kitty giggled then, her resolve not to do so temporarily forgotten. It was very hard trying not to laugh out loud when she’d never before heard Mr. Darcy being so amusing, and was sure he had no idea that he was actually being very funny. However, when he next spoke, she was soon brought back down to earth.

“I hope you do not mind, Kitty,” he continued, “but besides ourselves, Georgiana, and Mr. Butler, I have invited another guest to dine with us this evening. He is a young man you have met before; I believe you danced together at the Christmas ball. He has told me as such on more than one occasion. Indeed, I think he’s mentioned the fact every time I see him.”

Kitty held her breath, and felt her face flush, which she knew had not escaped the attention of her sister and brother-in-law as they exchanged glances. Before Mr. Darcy or her sister could speak again, the door opened. In flew Georgiana, her eyes bright, and her arms outstretched. Kitty thought what a contrast she now made compared to the shy girl she had been in the past. Finding Mr. Butler, and falling in love with him had clearly had a wonderful effect on her character and constitution. Kitty also knew what a difference it had made for Georgiana being back at Pemberley with her brother, and with Elizabeth who had done much to bring her out of herself, and improve her confidence.

“I’ve been longing for you to return once more, Miss Bennet,” Georgiana cried. “Has Fitzwilliam told you about our guest this evening?”

“Mr. Darcy was just telling me that someone was coming for dinner,” said Kitty, who couldn’t decide how she felt about the prospect of Mr. Lloyd arriving, and being seated near him at the dinner table. That the invitation had been issued to anyone else, she did not even consider.

“We are all looking forward to seeing him again,” said Georgiana, sitting down upon an upholstered, velvet sofa. “Do you remember Mr. Bradshaw, Kitty?”

Eleanor Bradshaw’s brother, thought Kitty. She did recall dancing with him. A pleasant gentleman with handsome, good looks was all she could remember. There had been no spark, no animation between them. Kitty did her best to arrange her face so as not to look disappointed. Had she given the impression that she liked William Bradshaw, she wondered.

“He is not our only guest,” said Mr. Darcy, “his sister is also accompanying him.”

Kitty’s heart had leapt with anticipation at the idea that the other guest might possibly be the one she hoped, but realised that Eleanor was bound to have been coming with him.

And then Elizabeth spoke. “You’ve forgotten Mr. Lloyd.”

Kitty turned to regard her sister who in turn was looking at her husband in dismay. 

“At least, I hope you haven’t forgotten him, Fitzwilliam. Miss Bradshaw will be most distressed if you have.”
Mr. Darcy smiled. “No, I’ve not forgotten having recalled the ball so well at the assembly rooms in Lambton last month. Mr. Lloyd and Miss Bradshaw both seemed very taken with one another. You think I do not observe such things, Elizabeth, but I did notice how particular he was in securing a dance or two. It would be a good match for her, I know. And her brother William is to inherit a sizeable estate of his own, Kitty. Do you remember Miss Bradshaw? She is a similar age to yourself, and a lively girl who loves to dance as you do. I’m certain you shall be firm friends.”

As Kitty smiled and nodded in the hope of convincing her brother-in-law that she was sincere, she was aware of the ache in her heart. So that was how things were settled. Miss Bradshaw and Mr. Lloyd were virtually engaged, and William Bradshaw was being drafted in to soften the blow. Not that anyone knew her true feelings for Mr. Lloyd, though Kitty did wonder if Elizabeth had suspected her partiality for the rector. But, that couldn’t be the case. After all, they had only danced together once, and exchanged glances across the church, and even then Kitty was now certain she’d read far too much into the way Mr. Lloyd had held her hand, and looked into her eyes. She put on her bravest smile. 

“I’m sure I shall be great friends with the Bradshaws. How thoughtful to arrange such a lovely surprise on my arrival.”

Mr. Darcy looked particularly pleased before he left saying he had to attend to some estate business, but was looking forward to seeing them all again in the evening. Elizabeth ordered tea, and the baby was taken for its afternoon nap. Kitty did her best to join in the conversation answering all her sister’s enquiries about the family, punctuated with news from Longbourn, trying not to feel a stab of envy as Georgiana chatted about plans for her wedding at Christmas. Soon the little party broke up with Elizabeth hurrying away to see Mrs. Reynolds about the dinner, and Georgiana seeing to the matter of sending a carriage to Lambton to pick up Thomas Butler later on.

There were two whole hours before she needed to dress for dinner. Feeling a desperate need to get out into fresh air and sunshine, Kitty donned her sturdiest boots, and her warm pelisse before heading off. Crossing the formal garden, the wild landscape beyond seemed to call her to the woods and rocks high on the horizon, and the summit of Darcy’s Hall, the folly Elizabeth had commissioned Mr. Butler to design for her husband on their marriage. She’d only been up there once before, but remembered the spectacular walk, and the rewarding view from the top of the building. Following the ancient wall jewelled with lichen, along the slope like a pointing finger, she could see the larch wood in the distance, and the patchwork of fields sloping down to the chasms of the valley and the river below. Who could feel miserable in such surroundings? The exercise she loved, and all her despondent thoughts seemed to magically disappear as she marched across the landscape and jumped over stiles. The tower of the stone folly stood like a fortress guarding Pemberley itself, and as she pushed open the heavy wooden door at the entrance, Kitty’s heart began to race. Suddenly, she felt very alone as she mounted the spiral steps in darkness. After what felt like an age she reached the top, and sat down upon the bench placed specifically to take in the view across the blue hills ahead on the horizon.

Such beauty had to be drunk in slowly. Kitty watched the shadows made by the clouds sweep over silver grasses waving in the breeze, and admired the circle of beech trees on the crest of the hill from whence the wind came ruffling the coats of the sheep as they nibbled their way down the incline. Nestled in the valley close to the curving river, the golden stone houses of Lambton basked in the mellow, afternoon light. It was like finding earthly paradise, she thought, as feelings of pure happiness overwhelmed her. 

Kitty remembered her sister saying, “What are men to rocks and mountains?” once upon a time, and she chuckled at the recollection. How could anything matter when surrounded by such sublime splendour? And she decided there and then, that even if she had to spend a whole evening in Mr. Lloyd’s company knowing he was in love with Eleanor Bradshaw, she would take it in her stride. After all, Elizabeth had at one time believed herself in love with someone else, and she’d married an entirely different gentleman. Could it be  there was a fate waiting for her that as yet she knew nothing about?
Kitty was impressed with her stoical philosophy, even if she was aware that her brave thoughts didn’t quite match her fluctuating feelings, and could only hope that she’d be able to convince her very soul by the time Mr. Lloyd arrived. For it was one thing to instruct yourself not to blush in the presence of a man who induced the most alarming effects on one’s complexion, but it was quite another when it came to the actual event. Oh, the treachery of one’s bodily functions! She closed her eyes, and felt the sun on her face. Lady Catherine and her mother would scold her for not bringing a parasol, she knew, but they were not here to spoil her fun. As she felt the autumnal sun brightening her cheeks, she tried to banish the image of Mr. Lloyd as he popped without warning into her head. But it was impossible to forget the expression on his face as he’d waved. He’d looked genuinely happy to see her, his dark eyes twinkling with creases in the corners made by that wide smile. She tried very hard to be sensible, dismissing all thoughts of his billowing white shirt, which like a carving by Michaelangelo had delineated every contour of his muscular torso. And, she told herself very firmly not to think about his shiny black boots or the long legs encased in breeches, which emerged as if growing from the leather sheaves leaving nothing to the imagination. No, Kitty was sure she could think of something or someone else, or at least, she could if she put her mind to it.
Lost in reverie, she came to when startled by a noise below. She sat up; her eyes open wide. Had she heard the scrape of the door? Straining, she became increasingly alarmed as the clip of footsteps were heard on the stone staircase. Kitty was frozen, unable to move. All at once, the very worst of thoughts came into her head. She’d heard Mr. Darcy talk of poachers who stole onto his land looking for hares, pheasants, and all manner of animals they could kill to feed hungry mouths. He’d always seemed to have quite a relaxed attitude about them, never prosecuting those who trespassed, for he had a kind heart, and turned a blind eye in the hard days as winter approached. But to Kitty whose imagination knew no bounds, a brigand climbed ever higher, she was sure, with a knife between his teeth. The oncoming footfall was deafening to her ears, each step louder than the last. As Kitty opened her mouth to scream, she was shocked to see the curly head of one she knew very well emerge from the stairwell.

“Mr. Lloyd!” she gasped with a shriek. Aware that she’d made an almost inhuman noise, she then proceeded to stand up before she sat down again, and knowing that her face was scarlet, all she could do was turn away in the hope that he would not notice.

“Miss Bennet, I heartily apologise,” the rector called, rushing to her side, and sitting next to her on the bench. “It is my usual habit to call out as I approach, but I confess I did not see you, and was quite sure I must be alone. I do hope I did not alarm you.”

Kitty summoned up all her courage to turn. It was so very hard to look into his eyes, which fringed in dark lashes seemed to pierce a part of her soul she had never realised existed before. “I was surprised…I did not expect.” Stammering, she scolded herself for her stupidity before trying again. “I didn’t dream that anyone else would come up here this afternoon. I wanted a walk, and my feet seemed to direct my way. It is very beautiful up here.”

“It is indeed, and I understand you completely. I found myself at a loose end, and unable to have any influence over making the arrival of the dinner hour come sooner than it will, I decided my restlessness might be cured with a walk. My feet led me here also.”

Kitty laughed before she remembered that it was clearly Miss Bradshaw that Mr. Lloyd could not wait to see. She spoke out before she realised what she’d said. “I confess I was not wishing for time to pass any faster.”

“My admission has not pleased you, I can see, and yet, I hoped it would. It is a pleasure to see you again, Miss Bennet.”

Kitty looked in surprise, and wondered if she’d heard him correctly, but of course, he was only being polite. She must not read any more into the warmth of his voice, its tone and expression. Knowing she must excuse her folly in speaking her thoughts aloud, she immediately spoke again. “I am delighted to see you, Mr. Lloyd, and it is wonderful to be at Pemberley with my sister, Mr. Darcy, and Miss Georgiana. Of course, I must not forget my delightful baby nephew who has stolen my heart forever.”

“I am sorry to hear that, Miss Bennet.”

Kitty didn’t quite know what to make of her companion. “I’m sorry, Mr. Lloyd, forgive me, but I do not understand you.”

“I was rather hoping that your heart was intact, or at least, not wholly given over to another.”

Turning her head to look once more at his face, Kitty was startled by the earnestness of his expression, but deciding she must have misheard him knew she must change the subject if she were to stop imagining that Mr. Lloyd seemed to be almost flirting with her. Besides, she’d been told he was courting Eleanor Bradshaw, blatantly making it plain to everyone that she was his heart’s desire.

“It will be very pleasant to meet Miss Bradshaw again,” she said, waiting to see how he would answer.

“Yes, she is one of the sweetest girls I know. I imagine you and Miss Bradshaw would be the best of friends if you could spend more time with one another.”

Kitty did not think that would now ever be possible admitting to herself and her heart the very place Mr. Lloyd occupied.

“And when she is married,” he added, “nothing would please me better than to know she has a friend in you.”

Trying to smile, Kitty acknowledged again the ferocity of the feelings that arose from the depths of her being. Never more would she come to Pemberley after they were married. That would be too much to bear even if she told herself not to be ridiculous for thinking she could ever have had a chance with Mr. Lloyd. He clearly had been in love with Eleanor all along.

“I hope to marry her in the spring.”
Kitty’s eyes spontaneously filled with tears. So it was true. To the last second she’d hoped there was a mistake. Willing herself to stop being so emotional, she blinked rapidly, but felt a solitary tear roll down her cheek. Thankfully, Mr. Lloyd was looking into the distance, and she brushed away the moisture as if she’d been bothered by a flying insect passing by.

“It is wonderful when life turns out as it should, and when the secrets of our hearts reveal themselves,” he went on. “I think I always knew it would turn out this way, and I’m so happy.”

Unable to bear it a second longer, Kitty stood up to leave. Putting out her hand, she said, “I do hope you and Miss Bradshaw will be very happy, Mr. Lloyd. Please forgive me, but I must be going now if I am to be ready in time for dinner.” How she was going to cope with seeing them together in the evening, she couldn’t contemplate.

Mr. Lloyd was on his feet in a second. He put out his arm to stop her. She couldn’t believe he was laughing. “Dear Miss Bennet, please forgive me. I have not explained myself. Please sit for a moment longer.”

Kitty returned to her seat reluctantly. Was it her imagination or did Mr. Lloyd sit even closer? “When I said I was to marry Miss Bradshaw in the spring, I did not mean I was to marry her myself. I hope to marry her to Mr. Calladine.”

Kitty looked on askance. “Miss Bradshaw is to marry Mr. Calladine?”

Mr. Lloyd nodded. “They have declared their love for one another, and despite the fact that he did once believe himself to be in love with another, he’s now recognised that Eleanor has only ever been his one true love. Miss Bradshaw may have no fortune, but he’s finally realised at last that money is not everything.”

“But, I thought you were in love with Miss Bradshaw,” Kitty said before deciding whether it was wise to speak. “Mr. Darcy seemed to think you were courting her.”

“I have danced with Miss Bradshaw at the local assemblies, it is true, and only did so at the couple’s request. They knew there would be much gossip after what had happened before, and a little diversion of the truth was only meant to protect the young lady who knew what others would make of the news. Mr. Calladine is very sorry that he behaved so badly in the past, and I am assured that his character is transformed for the better.”

“I cannot think what they will all have to say at Pemberley,” said Kitty, hardly daring to recognise the thoughts that were surfacing. “This news will be so unexpected.”

“And yet, I think they will recognise the truth that love holds the key, and we must follow our hearts. Do you not agree with me? Shouldn’t we always believe in our feelings?”

“I do agree, Mr. Lloyd,” Kitty murmured, knowing that she spoke from her heart. “Our feelings tell us everything we need to know about the truth of love.”

Mr. Lloyd took her hand. “Miss Bennet, do you think Mr. Darcy will be very shocked to hear the truth about you and me?”

Kitty hardly dared look up, and when she did found she couldn’t answer. Mr. Lloyd raised her hand to his lips, and planted a kiss. “There is a truth in your looks, I see love in your expression. I sincerely hope I am not mistaken, but in any case, I can only declare my love for you. In short, Miss Bennet, do you think you could ever love me enough to marry me?”
Darcy’s Hall had witnessed one or two lover’s meetings before, and one might be forgiven for thinking it had been built for this purpose alone, but none seemed quite as sweet as the scene, which took place now. Kitty answered the question she’d always hoped might be asked with love in her heart, and as the pair strolled leisurely back towards Pemberley House, they looked forward to an evening which held the promise of joy, not to mention a few diverting moments, and a future filled with everlasting happiness.

Thank you, Meredith, for asking me to join the wonderful celebrations on your blog! Don’t forget to leave a comment here or on Austenesque Reviews for a chance to win a copy of Mr. Darcy’s Secret. If you leave a comment below or email me, you can choose which of my books you’d prefer. You can choose from Mr. Darcy’s Secret, Willoughby’s Return, Lydia Bennet’s Story, and Effusions of Fancy.

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The chapel at Haddon Hall was used in the 2005 adaptation of Pride and Prejudice starring Keira Knightley and Matthew Macfadyen. It’s a marvellous example of an early chapel with separate seating for the gentry, wall frescoes, and 15th century painted glass. The south aisle dates from the 12th century and was widened during the 15th century when the north aisle was added. The atmosphere in such a place is incredible, you can almost hear the walls breathing and catch the scent of an Elizabethan lavender pomander. The air reverberates with a sense of the past and images of ladies in stiff brocade with pointed bodices and narrow frills about their necks loom before you on herb strewn flagstones vanishing into the shadows as quickly as they appear. It is still the parish church of Nether Haddon which is one of the smallest parishes in the country. The high-sided oak pews are probably date from the 15th century and were for the family and their guests. Covering the walls are some beautiful paintings, which it is believed would once have been highly coloured. As we were looking round the chapel a party came in with one of the guides. She told us that the marble effigy of a young boy is of Robert Charles John Manners, Lord Haddon, the son of the 8th Duke of Rutland. As the eldest son he should have inherited Haddon but sadly died at the age of nine in 1894. Most poignantly, they tuck him up at night with a blanket and say goodnight to this day!

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As they walked across the lawn towards the river, Elizabeth turned back to look again; her uncle and aunt stopped also: and while the former was conjecturing as to the date of the building, the owner of it himself suddenly came forward from the road which led behind it to the stables. They were within twenty yards of each other, and so abrupt was his appearance that it was impossible to avoid his sight. Their eyes instantly met, and the cheeks of each were overspread with the deepest blush. He absolutely started, and for a moment seemed immoveable from surprise; but shortly recovering himself, advanced towards the party, and spoke to Elizabeth, if not in terms of perfect composure, at least of perfect civility.

She had instinctively turned away; but, stopping on his approach, received his compliments with an embarrassment impossible to be overcome. Had his first appearance, or his resemblance to the picture they had just been examining, been insufficient to assure the other two that they now saw Mr. Darcy, the gardener’s expression of surprise, on beholding his master, must immediately have told it. They stood a little aloof while he was talking to their niece, who, astonished and confused, scarcely dared lift her eyes to his face, and knew not what answer she returned to his civil enquiries after her family. Amazed at the alteration in his manner since they last parted, every sentence that he uttered was increasing her embarrassment; and every idea of the impropriety of her being found there recurring to her mind, the few minutes in which they continued together were some of the most uncomfortable of her life. Nor did he seem much more at ease: when he spoke, his accent had none of its usual sedateness; and he repeated his enquiries as to the time of her having left Longbourn, and of her stay in Derbyshire, so often, and in so hurried a way, as plainly spoke the distraction of his thoughts.

At length every idea seemed to fail him; and, after standing a few moments without saying a word, he suddenly recollected himself, and took leave.

Pemberley was not a modern house judging from the sentence above taken from Pride and Prejudice or Mr and Mrs Gardiner would not be trying to guess the age of the house. We have already learned that the house has a long gallery where Elizabeth delights in seeing a portrait of Mr Darcy so it seems likely that the building has its origins in Elizabethan or Jacobean architecture.

The picture-gallery, and two or three of the principal bedrooms, were all that remained to be shewn. In the former were many good paintings; but Elizabeth knew nothing of the art; and from such as had been already visible below, she had willingly turned to look at some drawings of Miss Darcy’s in crayons, whose subjects were usually more interesting, and also more intelligible.

In the gallery there were many family portraits, but they could have little to fix the attention of a stranger. Elizabeth walked on in quest of the only face whose features would be known to her. At last it arrested her – and she beheld a striking resemblance of Mr. Darcy, with such a smile over the face as she remembered to have sometimes seen when he looked at her. She stood several minutes before the picture in earnest contemplation, and returned to it again before they quitted the gallery.
I think the last time I visited Haddon Hall I was a little girl and I had only dim recollections. It is a beautiful example of a manor house dating from the 12th century, but one which feels distinctly Elizabethan. I couldn’t quite imagine the Darcys here – there are no later additions to the house after 1700, and in fact the house lay dormant from that time until 1920 when the 9th Duke and Duchess of Rutland restored the house and gardens. But if Jane Austen did visit Derbyshire might she have seen Haddon Hall ( it is a large, handsome, stone building, standing well on rising ground,) and imagined Elizabeth and Darcy living there – we’ll never really know! Haddon Hall was used for some of the scenes in the latest adaptation of Pride and Prejudice, notably the chapel and the dining room.

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We were very lucky to be staying in Beeley because it is a short walk to Chatsworth. We set off across fields and over a bridge finding the river on the other side and following it all the way. It was a lovely sunny day when we first did the walk and signs of spring appearing in green shoots on the trees and primroses and daffodils in the hedgerows really lifted our spirits.
This extract fromDerbyshire UK website gives us some information about the river on which Chatsworth sits. 

The River Derwent, some 50 odd miles in length, is the longest river in Derbyshire. Apart from its short passage through the City of Derby it is a completely rural river, finally joining the River Trent just south of Derby. The Derwent’s source is at Swain’s Greave on Howden Moor on the flank of Bleaklow Hill.

The river Derwent soon flows into the first of 3 large reservoirs, built in the early part of the 20th century to satisfy the growing demand for water from the expanding cities of Derby, Nottingham, Sheffield and Leicester. Howden was the first to be built ( 1901-12 ), Derwent followed ( 1902-16 ) and work then began on the largest, Ladybower, in 1935. It took 10 years to complete Ladybower and the historic villages of Derwent and Ashopton were lost in the process. A whole village was created to house the men and their families who had built the early dams, which was colloquially known as ‘Tin Town’ because of it’s corrugated roofs. Its official name was Birchinlee and it housed over 1000 inhabitants at one time.

At Mythorn Bridge, the river Derwent is joined by the river Noe which rises on Mam Tor and flows through the Hope Valley. Flowing on between Win Hill and Lose Hill, the Derwent is soon augumented by waters from Crowden, Grinds Brooks and Jaggers Clough. The river flows on to Hathersage and then turns south again to flow in a wide valley flanked by gritstone edges through the villages of Grindleford, Froggatt and Calver before reaching Baslow. At Calver it flows beneath an 18th century bridge. Calver Mill was first built in 1785, utilizing the power of the Derwent, but destroyed by fire and rebuilt in 1805 when it became a thriving cotton mill employing a large number of local people. It finished producing cotton in 1923 and has had a number of uses since then, including the role of Colditz Castle in the television series, Colditz. It has now been developed into modern flats.

In Baslow at Bridge End, the river Derwent is spanned by a charming, 17th century, 3 arched bridge, beside which is a little stone shelter built for the toll collector. The river Derwent then flows through the grounds of Chatsworth Park, the home of the Duke of Devonshire, in a beautifully landscaped setting, to be joined by the River Wye at Rowsley, coming in from Bakewell.

Chatsworth is mentioned by name in Pride and Prejudice, but whether Jane ever visited Chatsworth or the Peak District we do not know for sure. Jane was familiar with a certain number of great houses already and I’m sure she used her imagination to conjure up Pemberley. As much as we like to think we might be able to find Pemberley House in Derbyshire I think it far more likely that Mr Darcy’s abode was invented from many influences and experiences. Here’s a short extract from Pride and Prejudice.

The time fixed for the beginning of their northern tour was now fast approaching, and a fortnight only was wanting of it, when a letter arrived from Mrs. Gardiner, which at once delayed its commencement and curtailed its extent. Mr. Gardiner would be prevented by business from setting out till a fortnight later in July, and must be in London again within a month; and as that left too short a period for them to go so far, and see so much as they had proposed, or at least to see it with the leisure and comfort they had built on, they were obliged to give up the Lakes, and substitute a more contracted tour, and, according to the present plan, were to go no farther northward than Derbyshire. In that county there was enough to be seen to occupy the chief of their three weeks; and to Mrs. Gardiner it had a peculiarly strong attraction. The town where she had formerly passed some years of her life, and where they were now to spend a few days, was probably as great an object of her curiosity as all the celebrated beauties of Matlock, Chatsworth, Dovedale, or the Peak.

Elizabeth was excessively disappointed; she had set her heart on seeing the Lakes, and still thought there might have been time enough. But it was her business to be satisfied – and certainly her temper to be happy; and all was soon right again.

With the mention of Derbyshire there were many ideas connected. It was impossible for her to see the word without thinking of Pemberley and its owner. “But surely,” said she, “I may enter his county with impunity, and rob it of a few petrified spars without his perceiving me.”

I think it’s interesting that Jane did not want to write a description of Derbyshire in this next extract – perhaps she felt she did not know the area well enough to write about it – the place she writes about is Lambton which is her invention. Again, some people have suggested that she was thinking of Bakewell here, but there is no firm evidence that Jane ever stayed in Bakewell, even though my sister and I enjoyed staying there some years ago and stood looking out from the Rutland Arms Hotel with thoughts of the fact that Jane might have once stood there herself! Here’s the extract from Pride and Prejudice where Jane first mentions Lambton.

It is not the object of this work to give a description of Derbyshire, nor of any of the remarkable places through which their route thither lay: Oxford, Blenheim, Warwick, Kenelworth, Birmingham, etc., are sufficiently known. A small part of Derbyshire is all the present concern. To the little town of Lambton, the scene of Mrs. Gardiner’s former residence, and where she had lately learned that some acquaintance still remained, they bent their steps, after having seen all the principal wonders of the country; and within five miles of Lambton, Elizabeth found from her aunt that Pemberley was situated. It was not in their direct road, nor more than a mile or two out of it. In talking over their route the evening before, Mrs. Gardiner expressed an inclination to see the place again. Mr. Gardiner declared his willingness, and Elizabeth was applied to for her approbation.

“My love, should not you like to see a place of which you have heard so much?” said her aunt; “A place, too, with which so many of your acquaintance are connected. Wickham passed all his youth there, you know.”

Elizabeth was distressed. She felt that she had no business at Pemberley, and was obliged to assume a disinclination for seeing it. She must own that she was tired of great houses; after going over so many, she really had no pleasure in fine carpets or satin curtains.

So it would seem that Elizabeth may well have visited Chatsworth and some of the other houses like Blenheim or the castles at Warwick and Kenilworth. Whether Jane Austen did is another matter but I’m sure she would have done her research and read about houses and their grounds in the area. Perhaps she was inspired by these descriptions or by stories from other family members who had visited them.
Chatsworth is presently undergoing a huge restoration project so it is difficult to take photos without seeing some of this taking place. It is lovely to know that the house will be preserved for future generations who, like me, have found inspiration within its walls and beyond.

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I’ve been to Derbyshire for a few days on a research trip – (that’s my excuse anyway) with my lovely sister, her husband and my own. Derbyshire, of course, is home to Mr Darcy at Pemberley, and I wanted to see the landscape through Elizabeth Bennet’s eyes if that was possible and to see if I could find Pemberley. I’ve tried to do this before and have never really found anywhere I thought fitted exactly what I imagine to be Elizabeth and Darcy’s home, but wandering around places like Chatsworth and Haddon Hall is always a delight and very inspiring for my writing. I did see Mr Darcy – sort of – but I’ll tell you about that later.
As I travelled through the Peak District it was easy to see why people still flock to this area for the splendid scenery and vast landscapes which are stunningly beautiful. On our first day we arrived at Beeley where we were going to stay in the Devonshire Arms which is still a part of the Chatsworth Estate and within walking distance of the great house itself. Everyone we encountered was so friendly and the warm reception from the staff made our visit such a pleasure.
Here’s an extract from Discover Derbyshire and the Peak District about the village of Beeley.

Beeley is a pretty, unspoilt village sheltered by Beeley Moor with wonderful views in all directions.

But things could have been very different. The old road to Chatsworth used to go through the heart of the village. It left by Pig Lane, so named because of a group of pigsties by the side of the road and crossing James Paine’s, Single Arch Bridge. Before the completion of the bridge in 1761, traffic crossed Mill Bridge, near the old ruined mill buildings in Chatsworth Park. Fortunately for Beeley, it has had a bypass for over a hundred years, effectively shutting out all the hustle and bustle of the Chatsworth traffic hurrying along the winding road. Most motorists hardly give the village a passing glance, which even to this day remains quiet, peaceful and relatively undiscovered.

It was only after the third Duke of Devonshire had bought Beeley Hill Top in 1747 that his successor embarked upon a grand plan to develop and landscape Chatsworth. Beeley then started to become part of the estate. Land and buildings were purchased as they came on the market, but this task took some time and was completed by the sixth Duke. Many of the properties have been sold off into private ownership in recent years as they became surplus to requirements.

Beeley had acquired its present shape and size by 1800. With the exception of a small group of properties built in recent years on the Chesterfield Road, it has remained remarkably unchanged for over 200 years. The same does not apply to the use of the buildings: the school, schoolhouse, post office and reading room are all now private houses. Dukes Barn built in 1791, to house the estate carts used to carry coal from Rowsley Station, is now a residential study centre, and available for hire by any educational group.

What makes the village so beautiful is that almost all the farm and domestic buildings are built from the same honey coloured sandstone, quarried locally close to Fallinge Edge. The local stone quarries once gave employment to a large number of men. The two quarries at Bruntwood produced stone not only of good appearance, but also of such hardwearing quality that it was used in many of the principal buildings in Manchester.

Many travel books featuring the Peak District do not mention the village, but do refer to Beeley Moor. On the heather clad moor, some 1,200 feet above sea level, are over 30 pre-historic barrows and cairns. Hob Hurst’s House is an unusual Bronze Age Barrow that attracts most attention. A small ring of five stones stands on a mound surrounded by a rectangular bank and ditch. When the barrow was excavated in 1853, scorched human bones were found and two pieces of lead ore. Various legends have sprung up including one that refers to ‘Hob’ as a kindly goblin who made his home in this barrow and gave assistance to the local community.

The delightful Beeley Brook enhances the village scene as it babbles its way cheerfully alongside the road, past the Devonshire Arms to a meeting with the River Derwent.

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Happy Easter everyone! I’m spending a few days near Pemberley – if I bump into Mr Darcy, I’ll let you know! I walked to Chatsworth yesterday, it was a beautiful day and I just kept thinking how wonderful it would have been if you could all have been there too. I shall post some new pictures soon with a Derbyshire theme.

Have a lovely spring holiday – I hope that the sun shines on you! Jane Odiwe

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