Water-colour sketches by Victoria hung upon the walls, together with innumerable stags' antlers, and the head of a boar, which had been shot by Albert in Germany.

In an alcove in the hall, stood a life-sized statue of Albert in Highland dress.
Victoria declared that it was perfection.

"Every year," she wrote, "my heart becomes more fixed in this dear paradise, and so much more so now, that ALL has become my dear Albert's own creation, own work, own building, own lay-out...

and his great taste, and the impress of his dear hand, have been stamped everywhere." And here, in very truth, her happiest days were passed.

In after years, when she looked back upon them, a kind of glory, a radiance as of an unearthly holiness, seemed to glow about these golden hours.