think ‘It’s a hot day with no wind so I'll take some paper out into the garden and spray it with old cold coffee?’
Wensleydale seems to think it is perfectly normal, but then he’s been married to me for 38 years this month, so his judgement may be unreliable.
The paper turned out very well. It is destined to become the pages of a book. Surprised?
We went to Mottisfont Abbey.
We’ve been a couple of times before, but only to go round the house. It has a good collection of 20th century art and some trompe I'oeil wall paintings by Rex Whistler. But we usually go just before Christmas when the house is specially decorated, so we have only seen a little bit of the gardens, like this Impressionist bridge.
There are some enormous trout in the river, which respond well to bread – provided the ducks don’t get it first.
Today we didn’t go into the house [apart from the café] but concentrated on the gardens.
We were a little too late to see the old fashioned roses in their full glory but there were still plenty of flowers to look at, and smell. The sun really brought out the perfume.
I love the shape of the honeysuckle [top left]. It reminds me of this – on a book which, coincidentally, I found in the second hand bookshop next to the cafe. [I forgot to mention the bookshop.]
We also met an ent. Here are his feet.
And here’s the rest of him, seen from the walled garden.
I’m not saying what I think this bit looks like – but this may be in danger of becoming an X-rated blog…
And here, for today's’ texture photo, is his skin. He was a sweet chestnut ent. I am not familiar with ents – er – sweet chestnuts - so don’t know if this sort of bark is typical – but isn’t it great? Smocking, I think, or twisted cords.
Do normal people wander round trees taking close ups of bark and envisioning them as embroidery? I got some funny looks and they didn’t know what I was thinking …