Timeless in Nymans
A blue sky this morning, though I seemed to get out of bed the wrong side. Looking at the poetry manuscript I sent out and finding fault. Also the new version of an anthology of poetry sold at the Auschwitz museum, was published. One of my poems Heidegger in the forest, which its editor been proactively sought out for the edition, has not been used. Rather galling, after about five years of intermittent contact with the editor pre-publication.
Hard to be gloomy too long, however, after being driven off in the beautiful low slanting December light to Nymans for a mooch about in its garden together. Patches of white frost here and there, and shattered ice in the fountain and scattered around and about. All rather beautiful, and I felt much cheerier. L and I also taking in a quick photo exhibition of the winners of the International Garden Photographer of the year, which had some gorgeous images. Lorraine the perfect person to walk around these places with, because she knows a lot more about plants than I do, and is very happy mooching about in gardens.
Climbed back into the car and had hot tea from our flask (such a life-changing buy) before driving home in the late afternoon light, and a roast chicken supper. All well. Diane popped by with our photographs in a roll for us too.
Below some snaps of Nymans. Rather liking the timeless symmetry, and the sense of gates leading into each other. I liked the cobbled stairs as they were lit by bright autumn sun and descended into wintery frost.
Hard to be gloomy too long, however, after being driven off in the beautiful low slanting December light to Nymans for a mooch about in its garden together. Patches of white frost here and there, and shattered ice in the fountain and scattered around and about. All rather beautiful, and I felt much cheerier. L and I also taking in a quick photo exhibition of the winners of the International Garden Photographer of the year, which had some gorgeous images. Lorraine the perfect person to walk around these places with, because she knows a lot more about plants than I do, and is very happy mooching about in gardens.
Climbed back into the car and had hot tea from our flask (such a life-changing buy) before driving home in the late afternoon light, and a roast chicken supper. All well. Diane popped by with our photographs in a roll for us too.
Below some snaps of Nymans. Rather liking the timeless symmetry, and the sense of gates leading into each other. I liked the cobbled stairs as they were lit by bright autumn sun and descended into wintery frost.
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