twenty-six

today i turned twentyone. it was bright and sunny, and i went to osterley house, an old manor with gardens, lakes and cow-filled meadows.


i found myself walking behind the most amusing dog i have ever seen. he less walked, more waggled along, bottom bobbing up and down like an apple in water. when he came to the edge of a puddle his owner shouted 'no! no! not in the puddle. stay. STAY! NO, STAY!'; unperturbed by this, he went and stood right in its centre.


inside the garden house:



the temple of pan (because who doesn't have a neoclassical garden cabin in which to pass the spring and summer days):



by the lake:


mum- 'pretend to be reading, look interested':



what i wore today:



what i wore today, pt.2:


(oh, to be an eighteenth century man!)