It has been the most delightful weekend of golden, sunshiney autumn and this is where I was yesterday -
At a museum started by two elderly sisters ...
I was rather taken by these curtains for the Festival Hall dyed with madder, blackberry tips, indigo and weld.
And wondered whether I'd be too precious ever to use a garden roller carved by Eric Gill.
Later, in the afternoon, I strolled through an English vineyard, wished for the umpteenth time that I hadn't managed to kill off the grapevine in my garden - and enjoyed a sip of this.
4 comments:
I have always wanted to go to Ditchling Museum. Saw a documentary about Eric Gill in the last year, he wasn't portrayed as a good dad. This has coloured how I look at his work now, but you can't deny how amazing it is.
I know what you mean, Katharine.Every time I looK at his work, I think, 'Dirty old man!'
Sounds wonderful, Mary, but the description of your mouth-watering breakfast has made me a lot less enthusiastic about my simmering pot of oatmeal.
I know, it was porridge this morning for me , too - and I'd much prefer sausages and fried bread! Such a treat, I hadn't had fried bread for ages. Was a staple of my childhood. (Irish mother welded to her frying pan!)
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