Fog in the park

This year has been a bit of a one for weather, hasn’t it? And it keeps on coming.  The latest instalment was a bit of a pea-souper, or fog if you’ve no idea what I mean, and it made yesterday’s walk to work through Greenwich Park just a little bit more tranquil, and mysterious, than normal.  So much so that I couldn’t help but pause, just for a moment and capture it with my trusty iPhone. 

Somehow the fog makes the trees look more delicate, and more beautiful than they would against the usual morning sky, don’t you think?

As my route took me through the park I was curious to see how the fog had enveloped it, hugging it’s contours and softening the distant views. 

But, even so, it’s still not what I’d call cold, and that’s something I’ll happily take, but just so you know weather, colder isn’t needed, and nor is any more of your extremes, if that’s ok... 

The Turquoise Drawing Room at Castle Howard

One of my favourite rooms from our visit to Castle Howard back in the summer was the Turquoise Drawing Room - and it’s easy to see how it got its name, isn’t it?

It’s the type of room that makes use of a single pattern and colour.

Everywhere.

On the furniture, on the walls and at the windows.

It’s definitely bold, and better for it. As with many of these grand houses, the rooms are large and therefore need everything on a much larger scale than in our domestic settings.

And of course there’s the matter of showing off, or making sure your wealth isn’t hidden. And the turquoise here is set off against the gilded furniture and picture frames, which I think gives it an extra pop.

The window dressing though had me remembering festoon blinds from the eighties, which of course, just goes to show that even interior trends come around time and again.

I’m a fan of it in this setting, I’m not sure it’s a colour I could live with in my own home though, what do you think?

A lacy leaf

While I was distracting myself when the back breaking work of picking up leaves was taking place last weekend, I discovered the most intricate of lacy leaves in the agapanthus. Clearly it’d been there a while, and the leaf tidy up that had happened previously, clearly hadn’t been so thorough, but once it was found and managed not to disintegrate in my gardening gloved hands, it made sense to loiter just a bit more and take its picture.

Worth it wasn’t it?

…And I was hardly even missed!