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Hidden in plain sight… how many times have I walked down this village street? Literally hundreds, if not thousands of times. I had noticed the other door in this wall a few feet further on, another door encrusted with ivy, a door I have never seen open… but somehow I didn’t realise there were two doors…my mind registered; […]
MoreI think the hours when night changes to day, and day changes to night are very strange when you are outside… the sky seems to take on an odd quality, even if its odd in a nice way, a sunny day disappearing into a pleasant evening. Hamlet talks about ‘witching times’ meaning the deepest darkest […]
MoreI wrote about the Portland Arms, the pub in Cambridge that my grandfather Reuben Elsden once held the license, and I was reminded of a post I wrote some time ago. Here it is: From the Scales Hotel to the Portland Arms was no distance at all because they were one and the same! The […]
MoreSometimes you see two unexpected colours against each other and they just seem to work… I’m not an artist and so I don’t know anything about the theory of colour, and maybe the colours I saw adjacent to each other in the walled garden at Knightshayes Court are a classic match… I saw these clumps […]
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Lois Elsden 