A bed of dreams

From the living room with the chess table, we moved towards the bedroom next. Where the first two rooms had been green with lushness, in the bedroom there’s a bombardment of colour. It’s hinted at to start with, but when you set eyes on the bed, it’s full on. Reds, yellows, oranges, burgundies and pinks against a backdrop of green, and more brown furniture.

an immediate pop of colour
a four poster bed full of plants

I did warn you.

no room to sleep

The plants here, the brochure tells me are “neat and low maintenance” and just like me in the mornings may take some time to be at their best, but and now I’m wondering about the comparison I’ve started, “are capable of bringing drama and life to the house.” That’s definitely true of the plants, the photos show that, and probably true for me too, but sometimes in a more understated and less in your face kind of way - or I’d like to think, anyway.

a chest at the end of the bed

One detail that many people were missing (or at least the people viewing this at the same time as us) was the adornments on top of the four posts of the bed. They’ve a pineapple like look to them, but I couldn’t see enough to know for sure - and my knowledge of how pineapples grow is pretty limited too. But the fact that there were pineapples on the dressing table, indicates they very well could be.

look up at the top of the four posts for extra adornment
A dressing table, complete with pineapples and a stool full of plants

And for once, the dressing table looks quite naked in comparison. Maybe the plants will actually grow and embrace it in their own way, although the mirror placement is clever and gave the opportunity for a last glimpse of the colour before moving on. But more on that next week.

Floral street art in Lyon

Shortly after I wrote the previous post, I found myself relenting and looking through my recent photos to see which inspired me. I was looking for some flowery posts, and colour is a little few and far between, but then I spotted this floral street art and an idea started to form.

They’re flowers. It’s Friday. Sorted.

I am sure there is much more symbolism than I’m picking up in the photo below, but that isn’t what makes me smile. Look to the lion’s head, just right of the drainpipe. That’s what made me chuckle, even while I was taking the photo.

floral street art

But this wasn’t the only floral street art we saw on our wanders around the city. The one below again is inventive, and features a series of floral tributes and hearts, looked over by some tiny figures. Who knows? I don’t, but I can admire its quirkiness.

pretty street art in lyon

As we wandered around a different part of the town on Valentine’s Day - a part of town that was uphill and full of steps, which I was fed up with. I rerouted MOH around one of the gentler inclines and that’s when we spotted our red roses. The street art carried along the concrete retaining wall, and was quite an improvement.

red roses for valentines

The rosebuds popped out the other side of the sprawling bushes too, clearly some thought had gone into this piece of art.

The ruins at Nymans and a peek inside the house

I’ve already shared some photos of the foggy garden on our visit to Nymans last month, but there was more to our visit than this. And even though we weren’t there too long - it was pretty chilly - I did get a chance to admire the ruins and pop into the house for a warm up, which is where I spotted my new room crush. The fog does give the ruins a slightly ethereal quality.

A grand facade at Nymans

The green bushes and the terracotta pots though.

palms and ruins

I was smitten before I even saw the topiary.

the gable in the fog with benches and topiary

It’s quite a view isn’t it, and it’s all the detail. The symmetry, the details on the benches. And the dovecote, in the walled garden.

A dovecote in the garden wall
A tree in the fog with topiary

This is definitely a garden I want to visit when the weather’s better. But the advantage of visiting on a chillier day was that the fire was lit in the house, not the ruins, and it was lovely and toasty. It was, like many of the National Trust properties, beautifully presented and in such a way that you could easily imagine it being yours, even just for a moment.

inside the house a piano
letters on the table in the hall

The upstairs though was quite different. It served as an exhibition space, but what caught my eye was this lighting above the stairwell. It has a modern feel, but wasn’t out of place in the house.

a more modern light at the top of the stairs
A hinge in the shape of a K?

And then, with a turn of the corner we were back to the more historic. Who wouldn’t love hinges like that?