Frith Lodge, Sussex. I cannot ascertain exactly where in Sussex this is (there are several Frith Lodges there) but I do know it is EXACTLY THE GARDEN PATH I WANT! I also want my garden path to come out IN Sussex, so I shall have to form a Portal of some sort. Well, do not sneer. I probably have a better chance of making a transatlantic space Portal than growing this garden path. (image johnglover.co.uk)
enchantedengland: “It was a magical morning: the rain had ceased, the sun was warm, the trees were well furnished with singing birds, and a rich gentle happiness lay smoothly over the world.” H.V.Morton, In Search of England
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This is a hauntingly beautiful gothic novel centred around a castle in Kent, England; three enticingly eccentric sisters, and a hundred rooms smothered in mystery. I’ll leave you with a few of my favourite examples of Kate Morton’s brilliant wordcraft:
”Thus she had submitted, resigning herself to a lifetime of layered glances, smuggled letters, and rare, exquisite assignations.”
”…shelves lined with very old books, the sort with marbled endpapers, gold-dipped edges, and black cloth binding. My fingers positively itched to drift at length along their spines, to arrive at one whose lure I could not pass, to pluck it down, to inch it open, then to close my eyes and inhale the soul-sparking scent of old and literate dust.”
”One of those few shining memories you gather along the way; perfectly formed and sealed, like a bubble that forgot to pop.”
”That’s all writing is, apparently, capturing sights and thoughts on paper. Spinning, like a spider does, but using words to make the pattern.”
(image from innersanctumsimonandschuster.biz)
enchantedengland: Gryffindor kitty!
Look it is A MAGICAL NUMBER MAGICAL SEVENS!!! I have been trying to get to this for AGES and it is rather difficult when I keep offending people. THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU I am eternally, internally, ridiculously and pathetically grateful!!!!
These are my photos from the seventeenth century Queen’s Head Inn, Rye, East Sussex, where I stayed five nights. It was the BEST place ever and the people who run it are so incredibly nice you wouldn’t believe it if I told you THEY ARE TUMBLR PEOPLE I loved them!! The Queen’s Head is just outside the Landgate and their pub food is better than any post restaurant in London. True story.
I took these in the breakfast room; the book, Celtic Folklore Cooking, was lent to me by Charlotte, incredible cook, native Ryer and all-around lovely person.
enchantedengland: Sorry sorry this is my last English-garden-done-in-purples I promise
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This is a cottage herb garden in Chelsea, London. I know I keep on about gardens lately but it is SPRING! and English gardens are marvellous and these purples are too lovely for words. (serendipity patch on pinterest.com)
This would be a lovely place to live, wouldn’t it? I’m certain those children would go away eventually.
Anyhoo, this is Wakehurst Place, the National Trust’s MOST visited place, and there is a reason. The reason is that it is extremely wonderful. The sixteenth century Elizabethan mansion (whose lovely interiors you may peruse) is surrounded by 465 acres of stunning woodland gardens with endless winding paths and the largest Christmas tree in England! A GIANT REDWOOD that looms 35 metres tall and is lit from Advent until Twelfth Night with 1,800 MAGICAL FAIRY LIGHTS EEEEEEEE I love a Christmas tree! If you enjoyed the cinematography of Kenneth Branagh’s film As You Like It you will be pleased to know it was filmed here.
Wakehurst is open every day of the year except Christmas/Christmas Eve, and kids are free. To find out what’s on, directions, etc click here (image grimbo87 flickr)
If you often sit about scratching your head and pondering where the oldest pub in Liverpool might be, torment yourself no further. Ye Hole in Ye Wall claims to be just the establishment, dating back to Liverpool’s maritime heyday in 1726. (On Hackins Hey, off Dale Street opposite North John Street) (deltrems flickr)
#sorry I am a terrible slacker this week #at least I do not clog up your dash
enchantedengland: See that dopey-little-kid-in-ecstasy look on Harry’s face? That is probably exactly how I looked every minute I was in England.
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bornthiisway:Land’s End, Cornwall, England
enchantedengland: On Saturday in Land’s End, Cornwall (the extreme southwesterly point of Britain) gold-medalist sailing hero Ben Ainslie started off the torch relay for the Olympic flame. A dazzling sun rose and shone across the moors and the mood of the crowd was ebullient; although cbsnews.com reports “there were some mishaps… A man who got too close to the flame as it was being carried by a torch bearer was tackled by police officers and pushed out of the way.”
This is why you should be proud to be English. BE PROUD! If this fellow had done it here in the States, they would have shot him down with fifty-rounds from a semi-automatic revolver and only a tiny plastic zip-locked baggy of him would remain to hand over to his bawling mother.
enchantedengland: Well I do not mind Fucked-Up-Today-What-A-Shocking-Surprise-Tumblr publishing my two Queued items immediately since once of them is BOOKS BOOKS FAT AND BEAUTIFUL OLD BOOKS and it is from heartsandpenguins who is one of my favourite people.
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technotropism:http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jvRT7-pL0iA
enchantedengland: Well Tumblr IS fucked up, isn’t it? I put two things in my Queue and it published them at once. Now I suppose they will disappear. I blame the Dementors.
I found this image whilst searching out Lymington (which is in the part of the New Forest that’s in Hampshire) and how weird is this? The image was labelled Lymington, but it is Rye, East Sussex, my personal dreamland of joy anddelight. This is Church Square which perimeters St. Mary’s. It’s odd how Rye seems to find me, even when I am not looking for it.
And sorry Sorry! (I can’t ever say that word now without thinking of England, ha) for not posting. It has been a dreadful three nights of nightmarish fourteen-hour shifts in the ICU and what was my reward? It wasn’t getting to my MAGICAL FOLLOWER NUMBER I’ll tell you that because nine people dumped me HOW RUDE. Anyway it’s not some huge number; it’s just magical because it has four sevens, four is my favourite number, and if you have studied Arithmancy at all you know seven is quite lucky yes indeedy it is.
Sorry I am behaving oddly but it cannot be helped. I am done over and knackered, as a worn-out old man told me on a train near Polegate. This was in way of apology for closing his eyes, poor fellow. (image richwall100 flickr)
