Poshville part II

Right then, loo break over! As I came out of Holland Park (the park) I passed this house that looked like a hybrid between a London building and a Paris one. That kind of roof is not very common here, and always makes me think of the French capital. I would love to see what those rooms at the top look like.

Turns out the world largest telescope used to be there in the 1830’s, but eventually got knocked down.

Let’s hope these never get knocked down and replaced.

I could get used to this kind of empty, but I’m sure it would be as quiet this early on a Sunday morning in non-Covid times.

One thing I’ve gotten really good at in lockdown is to walk down alleys and off the beaten track to have a good old nosey. This sign was the nicest thing about the close. The houses didn’t grab my attention.

These shadows did instead.

Don’t know how I feel about Christmas this year. Seems like the most sensible thing would be to cancel it, but I also get why it’s something most people are keen on celebrating this year regardless. I do feel like our government is keeping very quiet about the fact that we will probably have to go back into lockdown in January after letting more households mix indoors for the holiday season. Seems like a very high price to pay.

Anyway, this building really confused me. It looked like the top two floors had just been stuck on top with no thought to the overall design, and making it much taller and out of proportion to the neighbouring houses.

Next I walked down some streets with much smaller terraced houses. There’s something about shuttered windows that really appeals to me.

This house was painted an almost fluoro coral colour. Really made it stand out next to the other houses.

Some nice type in unexpected places.

And a Swedish vibe all of a sudden, haha.

I really liked these tonally complementary colours next to each other like that.

Another example of some very different styles of architecture in the same neighbourhood. The black brick house on the left didn’t look that inviting from the outside, but after some digging on the internet I found some pictures from the interior (scroll down on the page to image history and you’ll find them), and it’s actually really nice on the inside. Surely by now I should know not to judge a book (house) by its cover (exterior). The brown brick building on the right is a stunner. Love the ALL the brown.

So there you go, that’s what a couple of hours walking around Holland Park looked like according to me. Today I’m cycling into town to go for a lunch time walk with a friend who’s working in the West End. We come out of lockdown no. 2 tomorrow, so I thought it’d be a good idea to head in before the Christmas rush starts (if there will be one). I shall bring my camera and report back if I catch anything interesting.

Poshville part I

Hellooooooo! How are you? I’m still recovering from walking 40 672 steps in three days, and now that I’m officially a few years into middle age, that sort of thing takes it out of you. I’m not quite in napping territory yet, but I can see how it’ll happen eventually. It was basically three walks, which together ended up being a whole lot of steps, making me a whole lot of tired for the rest of the week.

Anyway, on Sunday morning I found myself in Holland Park with a couple of hours to kill, so I decided to go for an architecture walk, which has become one of my favourite lockdown activities. It’s outdoors, free and something you can do anywhere. Holland Park, for those of you who don’t know, is one of the wealthiest areas in London, neighbouring Notting Hill and Kensington. I lived here for a few months in a dark and small basement flat in the early 1990’s when I just moved to London, and I wasn’t particularly enamoured with it then either. But horses for courses. Anyway, this is the house I first took a picture of on my walk. Cute isn’t it? But it also looks like a section to the left somehow got chopped off. Do you see what I mean?

Repeating myself I will say that the architecture in London is so varied, and things can change immensely on just one street. This mid-century house was on the opposite side of the street of the chopped-off house. Crazy, huh? And then that old green lamp post! Great fun when you’re out and about looking at stuff.

Walking a bit further up and around the corner I found this Art Deco house that Dusty Springfield used to live in. I thought it was a building of flats, but it turns out it’s just one home and it’s for sale now for a cool £9.5 million if you fancy it.

Due to 2020 being such a shit show of a year, I’ve seen Christmas decorations being put up earlier than ever. Makes sense. We’re sticking to first of Advent here at home though.

It’s great how windows have become more than just windows this year too. What do we reckon? A birthday, an anniversary, a discount at the balloon shop?

This is about as scruffy as it gets in Holland Park. I think I’d go with F. What do you think?

Nice colours next to each other like that.

This church was a couple of hundred metres further down the same street as Dusty Springfield’s Art Deco house, and built in 1864 in the Eclectic Gothic style, which is slightly different from Victorian Gothic. I’m currently reading this book about different English architectural styles, but I haven’t gotten further than the building styles between 1625 and 1710, so I can’t tell you anything more about it, haha.

After a while I started heading towards the park called Holland Park (confusing I know) because middle-aged ladies need access to public toilets innit. Walked past this large building on the way there and I love that sort of tiling. So pretty.

This house was painted an amazing mint green, but it just refused to be photographed that colour, even as I kept switching the white balance.

Spotted some winter blossoms, which felt early

as autumn isn’t quite over yet.

Ahhhh, finally, in the park itself. But this is an architectural walk, so the two previous pics is all the park you’re getting. Instead here are some of the remaining parts of Holland House, which was an early Jacobean house built in 1604. This far side of the building definitely looks very Dutch with those gables. It formed a part of Cope Castle, later renamed Holland House, but most of the building got destroyed in the WW2 bombings, something I didn't know until just now when I googled it. The reason the architecture in London is so higgledy piggledy (apart from obviously being built over a very long time) is exactly for that reason, as so many buildings were lost during the Blitz. Now excuse me while I go find that loo. I’ll be back.

Chasing autumn colours part II

The waterlilies in Waterlily House were really impressive, even more than usual for some reason. I guess some things seem even more special or exotic in Covid times.

I like how in the corners things aren’t as perfect, so climbers just get to do their thing.

I watched the gardeners plant bulbs for the early spring display, and just last week I planted some hyacinths, daffodils and tulips for the first time in our garden. I watched a YouTube clip that suggested grating soap onto the soil on top of the tulip bulbs would deter squirrels, and it seems to have worked so far. It just looks really weird, like someone has spilt loads of parmesan in the border… I’m excited to see what pops up in the spring, if anything. It’ll be a surprise!

I’ve never seen a tree with mustard coloured leaves before.

Walking around Kew is a lot like walking around the V&A; it doesn’t matter how many times I go, as there always seems to be something I’ve never seen before. I’ve somehow missed this section before, where the plants are planted by family.

This pergola has 26 rose varieties growing on it in early summer. Must make sure to seek it out next summer. And look at these two… They’ve been close friends since Reception when they were 5, and I loves it.

I’m seriously crushing on grasses at the moment. My Pinterest garden folder is full of them. I’m going to have a go at planting them in the spring. Something else to look forward to.

Also found this little bonsai garden display for the first time. Aren’t they wonderful? I remember when they were popular in the 80’s, but I was too young to appreciate the madness of pruning actual trees this small. My uncle had some back then, but I’m pretty sure he hasn’t kept them going since.

Some of these on the other hand were 50 years old.

Crazy, right?

And stunning they are too.

Fellow photographer snapping away. She patiently waited for people to walk out of shot and for the light to be right, only to have her memory card be full. I felt for her.

We’d never seen this little building before either. It’s full of little alpine plants.

And a plant that L was matching.

A few minutes later I heard some awful screeching and immediately looked up to see these geese flying in formation.

And finally, standing under the Hive is always worthy of a picture. Hope to see you again soon Kew!

Chasing autumn colours part I

Went to Kew Gardens a few weeks ago to look at the autumn colours, but we were about a week too late. You’ve got to hit that sweet spot before it gets too wet and windy, and we missed the peak, but it was still an amazing day, as any day is in my favourite London place. It was so great to be back as we missed the spring and summer there, and I couldn’t help but smile watching this crow enjoying an autumnal walk too.

Quite soon after entering we sat down on a bench for our picnic and enjoyed the view of the lake. Still some good colour there.

I always always always end up taking a picture of this pine tree every time we go. It’s just so damn majestic! And it has such a serious lean. Hope it doesn’t completely collapse one day.

Ahhhh, excellent choice of bench, lady.

Still haven’t been inside the Great Pagoda; it was recently refurbished and in normal times you can go up it, but alas not currently. I look forward to exploring it properly one day.

There was still some autumn colours to be seen, like this tree…

… and this one. I’d love a big print of this… I say that every now and again about a picture, and then I never do it. I’ll just blame it on the fact that there isn’t an empty wall anywhere in our house - which is true.

We brought Oomoo’s classmate L for the day, and not long after I took this a Kew employee sped up in a golf cart telling us off. No tree climbing here kids!

Good thing you can still cartwheel though, eh? Have you tried cartwheeling recently? It frickin’ hurts. For me it feels like my back is about to snap in half and my legs are about pop out of my hip sockets.

On the ground on the way into the Palm House. Looks like Gill Sans to me.

I’ve never experienced the Palm House as empty as it was that day. It can easily feel claustrophobic with the heat and all the people, but on this visit we could spend a bit more time in there and look a bit more carefully at the plants.

And pay attention to the smaller ground creeping plants like this one. Beaut!

Tina Turner anyone? Ha. Ha.

As usual I took quite a lot of pics, so I’ve had to break the visit into two parts, so you don’t OD, and besides, let’s prolong all this pretty for a bit, yeah? Ok ok, I realise as I write this that this particular picture isn’t 🙃. Kew is still open during this lockdown, but all of the buildings are closed to visitors. I quite fancy going back there again soon. A December walk could be good?! Let’s do it.