I returned to the photo-ready village of Shere for a picture blog.
A few weeks ago I went to Chichester for a quick trip.
I say ‘a few weeks’ but flicking through these pictures again it looks remarkably like a different species of season!
Remember the warm blanket of sun wrapping itself rapidly round and round you? The permanent sensation of sunglasses on your head? Retrieving a flip flop with the tips of your toes from a firmly horizontal position on a sun lounger in such a way as to not disturb your 99 flake ice cream? Continue reading Weekend in Chichester
This was news to me: it takes less than two hours to get to York from London King’s Cross.
So it’s the perfect place for a mid-week break.
Day two of travels swept me to Westonbirt Arboretum in Tetbury.
I visited Chartwell in Kent, the home of Winston Churchill for 40 years.
Thou art not, Penshurst, built to envious show,
Of touch or marble; nor canst boast a row
Of polished pillars, or a roof of gold;
Thou hast no lantern, whereof tales are told,
Or stair, or courts; but stand’st an ancient pile,
And, these grudged at, art reverenced the while.
Thou joy’st in better marks, of soil, of air,
Of wood, of water; therein thou art fair.
The first few lines of the poem ‘To Penshurst’ by Ben Jonson published in 1616 illustrate how highly the poet regarded the beautiful country house Penshurst. By virtue of disregarding what makes other houses, it is, in Jonson’s opinion, far superior.
I went to Kent for a long weekend away in the countryside and my first stop was the fascinating Penshurst Place.
My enthusiasm for historic houses is unparalleled.