Friday, June 3, 2011
The Woolfs' Retreat
Virginia and Leonard, that is, in the East Sussex countryside.
This is still at the planning and moving around and humming and ha-ing stage, as you see. But I needed to take a photo just in case the lot went flying and I was left with bits on the studio floor and a paper puzzle to solve.
Next to Keats and his circle come the Bloomsberries in my affections. I caught both early - in my teens - and they persist all these years later. In fact now I come to think of it the first two things I bought myself with the first wages I earned in my first job was a smelly Afghan jacket and the two volume biography of Virginia Woolf by her nephew Quentin Bell.
Many years and thousands of kilometres later I still have the books.
God knows what happened to that absolutely frightful jacket.