Hello chums, it's been all go here. The Mr has recently returned from a Portugese sojourn. A golfing trip with his brothers and a few friends. I think it was in reality a sunshine and beer vacation with a sprinkling of golf thrown in. Nothing wrong with that I say, it's good for him to spend time with male friends and family. In contrast I'm off this coming week to East Sussex for a few days with a girlfriend who I hope to get to know a bit better. We have quite a lot of cultural things planned.
Visits to farmhouses, which are not really farmhouses but the homes of extraordinary folk. Charleston was the country home of the Bloomsbury group from 1916 to the late 1970s when the last member Duncan Grant died. I had the good fortune to work there for some eight years and am very curious to see how the site has been developed since I left.
Farley Farmhouse is also on our list. I worked with the family for an all to brief time just before I moved up to Derbyshire in 2016. The house defies description really, it still feels like Lee Miller and Roland Penrose have a presence there. In a way they do because the site is still run by their only child Tony Penrose and his daughter Ami.
I'm a little bit jealous of my chum, as she will be discovering these places for the first time. I'm hoping for good weather so we can spend a good long while in the gardens of the houses too.
I've started a wee bit of gardening now the cold winds have subsided. I wanted to create a little 'interesting' area on our top terrace and hoped to find some vintage cast iron shelving for my pots. I did find the perfect one but at over £200 I thought better of it. Being the super scrimper that I am, I painted an old ladder instead. I like the effect.