Secrets~
Nigel Willoughby
Connamara, Connor
Carvings in the barrel-shaped ceiling reminded Nigel of ship’s ropes twisted in green and gold strands. The paneling in the grand parlor at Connamara was of a burled amber wood he couldn’t name, undoubtedly imported from some exotic place Murdoch explored in his younger days. An enviable collection of Estean carpets in blue and green geometrics softened the yellow limestone floor.
Along the length of the parlor, groupings of settees and chairs invited conversation.
Midway down the long room, two deep alcoves widened to the left and right. One offered a sitting room with a large fireplace, set off by green damask curtains and decorated with tapestries of sailing ships. Opposite the darker alcove, a windowed sunroom overlooked the harbor, its
