Like a bedroom from a storybook

Ightham Mote @nationaltrust.org.uk

Another fine radiator – this one in Ightham Mote

Do good ever

Motto at Ightham Mote house, Kent

A long pale path with dappled shade between dark green bushes leading up a hill to blue sky with white clouds

The only way is up
To @bsky.app

Medieval floor tile from Gloucester Cathedral. 📸 My own. #TilesOnTuesday #GloucesterCathedral

From winter to summer in one row of trees

You can get some very avant-garde effects from playing the two together!

🎶 Once I had a love and it was a gas
Soon turned out had a heart of grass🎶

How can I express the fact that I ❤️ grass?

Old world charm in the depths of the countryside

…well, Wimbledon Common

I think the hard ‘g’ was used by the upper classes in England in the 1970’s and maybe 1980’s – but only to say what ghastly stuff it is.
Perhaps it as deliberately old fashioned to suggest that the speaker was unfamiliar with it

Jacques Derrivative?

‘Canarybird’ rose and wisteria enjoying the morning sunshine

Bobby McFerrin plays the audience—literally—demonstrating a universal musical device: the pentatonic scale.

Really cool short clip that is very likely to bring a smile to your face:

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There may have been a war on, but the seasons kept changing all the same. 'Spring Reconnaissance' PUNCH cartoon by E H Shepard 1940 #WW2 #WWII #seasons

There still seem to be plenty of ‘non-ideal’ situations

duck on a pedestal, which is a dark green square litter bin, green grass behind

“You put that duck on a pedestal!”

A grassy lawn, but the left half is covered in bluebells

Two front gardens, no fence between them but you can see the boundary

BlueSky today — mostly cloudy

The history of modern art as seen by @privateeyenews.bsky.social

Tenby twente is my favourite!

A white garment with some kind of food stain. Humiliating.

A pair of dirty hands rest on a car engine. Rough, tough, cool.

Here is an easy solution:

Food stains are humiliating, as they suggest you're a little baby who can't feed themselves.

Oil stains, such as those you'd get from working on your car, suggest you're tough, independent, and skilled.

Thus, simply cover your food stains with used motor oil.

Satellite WiFi trial

Starlink seems to work in British trains

www.southwesternrailway.com/other/news-a...

@oxfordclarion.bsky.social

A sky full of bulging grey and white clouds over dark trees outlined on the horizon, tiny dark buildings above a line of dark green willows and a foreground of brilliant yellow mustard flowers

Malden Rushett Farm under April skies

Interesting that they took it from the Thames estuary to the Forth estuary but didn’t take a ship up the east coast which seems easier than driving

And if footnotes can disturb the narrative . . .

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A land of cos-play identities.

text from the book 'Unquiet Landscape' by Christopher Neve (1990) says; of the hold that Cookham had on Stanley Spencer? He was born in it and learned it slowly and in detail as a child does, not just with his eyes but with all his senses. He learned it back garden by back garden. He knew the warmth of sun on particular walls, the rancid smell of may blossom, the plash of oars and the wooden bumping of punts on the river, the way curtains flew out of windows in a breeze. With the places he learned the names: The Nest, Bellrope Meadow, Pound Field, Turk's boat- yard, Wistaria Cottage, Quarry Wood. All this became far more than familiar to him. It took on the miraculous intensity of a novelty that never wears off. It became his own charged territory. He wanted to draw it repeatedly, so that he could go on and on looking at it, so that he could commit it to memory exactly and possess the ultimate knowledge of it, as though the abundance and complexity of his village might somehow reveal the world to be intelligible.

Stanley Spencer's special sort of sacred ground - He knew the warmth of sun on particular walls, the rancid smell of may blossom, the plash of oars and the wooden bumping of punts on the river, the way curtains flew out of windows in a breeze. It took on the miraculous intensity that never wears off

I sometimes find footnotes distracting in a book because I seldom want to read them but I just can’t help myself! It breaks the narrative flow when I don’t want it to. I know that’s my problem …