Are the shades of Pemberley to be thus polluted?

So this morning we headed up to a Birmingham Ward and had the real delight of hearing a Sunday School teacher with a Jim Dale-esque accent talk about our back yard (Salt Lake) in great detail. Although it sounded odd to hear so much about what I've viewed as Americanish history (BY the man crossing the plains) in a British accent, the truth of the matter is is that all those pioneers were in majority, British. What would have happened without those plucky and brave Brits taking on the task of crossing an ocean of water and then an ocean of prairie? Rule Brittania folks. Then, we got to see a primary program in action for Sacrament meeting which was followed by the second counselor closing the meeting with "That was wonderful, I think we all enjoyed it. Yes?" and then the congregation answering en masse "Yes!". Terrific! A super cute guy in front of me turned around and apologized for the counselor's behavior and mentioned that he was new. Silly handsome man, there are counselor's like that everywhere! Then, one of the members of the ward drove us out to New Hall, which was built in the 1300s. The rest of the day was spent driving through the idyllic hills of the Peak District and touring Chatsworth House, home to the Duke and Duchess of Devonshire. Nice work if you can get it I think. Here's the grand staircase inside. And here is where the Duke and all his high nobility peerage pals have dinner. This house was used as Pemberley for the uh, I think for the one with Keira Knightley. Before hitting up Manchester and a delicious dinner of gammon and peppercorn sauce and chocolate cake (yup, British food is good again), we swung by Lyme Park, home to the A&E Pemberley. Sadly, the gardens were closed so I couldn't see the iconic back of the house but I can imagine Colin Firth wandering around back there so it was another great day.