The images below shows the back-stage waiting areas for the expectant cast, who will shortly be performing in the theatre of the Entrance Hall, where Victorians traditionally corralled their bestial un-dead.
As the assemblage of animals is a temporary, random and unplanned pile, there is a certain uncomposed and transient beauty to the scene, that I felt I should capture before it disperses. The stoat is a particularly handsome fellow, with an astonishingly etiolated body. His name is "Tiny Tim" not because he plays ukulele, but because he is tiny and was a gift in the Christmas season.
|current antique storage room|
The herd of deer below escaped from an un-known Highland Estate somewhere near Inverness and migrated to Balintore en masse via the casting couch of a Glasgow auction room. I am presuming the new owner of the estate disliked what must have once been a formidable collection of taxidermy.
|Lady Langman's bedroom, currently used for storage.|
Anyhow, just like genuine thespians in the current pandemic, my animals are keen to be more than head shots in agents' books or photos in a blog and once again perform to the public.