a tenth of a century

A year ago today, my husband and I were battling jet-lag after a joyous month rambling around beautiful Cambodia.

Ten years ago today, I posted my first pictures and words here, in this place that has been so important to me.

{A decade: imagine.}

I appreciate you times ten.

same old rice

"The colour of my soul is iron-grey and sad bats wheel about the steeple of my dreams."
- Claude Debussy (French composer, 1862-1918)

Well. Not quite. But getting used to the grey, the chill, the detached quiet is taking me longer than it usually does.
I miss Cambodia.

and nothing there but delights

we were very taken with the formal gardens at wolterton hall; they had a quiet, unassuming grandness, a shy splendour, a joyous symmetry. passing through the
outer doorway and catching a first glimpse of their fineness felt rather like discovering hidden treasure.

and the hall itself? well, we got stuck in the compulsory tour, and photography wasn't exactly encouraged, but there was beauty within the walls, too.