I went to Morden Hall Park ahead of the official opening of the National Trust’s first garden centre at Morden Hall.
It’s a verdant haven in the city.
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I went to Morden Hall Park ahead of the official opening of the National Trust’s first garden centre at Morden Hall.
It’s a verdant haven in the city.
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I went to the awards evening of the UK Blog Awards 2015 as I had been shortlisted in two awards.
Any house with a fully functioning outdoor kitchen is bound to get my attention.
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The Magnolia tree in the garden is beyond beautiful.
Just look at it!
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‘One should either be a work of art, or wear a work of art’.
So said Oscar Wilde, not only a celebrated Victorian author who happily clogs my bookshelves, but also a very important figure in the Aesthetic Movement in Britain, one which was dedicated to the artistic pursuit of beauty.

An exhibition has opened at the University for the Creative Arts in Canterbury displaying the work of internationally renowned artists such as Tracey Emin, David Hockney and Gillian Golding.
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“You’ve got to know the rules to break them. That’s what I’m here for, to demolish the rules but to keep the tradition.”
The words of Lee McQueen are written across the walls of the V&A’s hotly anticipated show Alexander McQueen: Savage Beauty, and I attended the press preview this morning to see the exhibition.
Treat your mum this Mother’s Day with a thoughtful gift. What would she like?
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I went to Hampton Court Palace to see the Cumberland Art Gallery – a newly restored suite of rooms housing an inspiring collection of masterpieces by artists – including what may be Caravaggio’s earliest surviving painting, Rembrandt’s self-portrait aged 36 and portraits by Hans Holbein the Younger.
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Time for a little ornithological existentialism. On my window sill I have a little toy bird in a birdcage and every single day a blue tit bird comes to visit. It’s the first thing I hear in the morning: the sound of the blue tit delicately landing on the window to see the bird-in-cage ornament.