Wednesday, 2 October 2013

When I was young and troubled and all Sturm und Drang, my Godparents gave me sanctuary in their incredible house in Berkshire-


 -where, at various times, I did house painting, groundskeeping, or working at a documentary film studio in the basement.  Somedays I followed the paths to the beech trees around the tree called "Some Old Boy":

and, although Some Old Boy is now just a stump, the beeches still form a lovely leafy space inside:

But for an even more secluded spot you can sit in the walled garden, surrounded by gently crumbling orange-red brick, greenhouses, and lush vegetable patches.

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