We went to Lacock (on which more later) yesterday and on the drive I noticed that Summer's flamboyant, exuberant colours had been replaced with softer hues. No longer were the fields bright gold but now a subtler, more neutral shade where the stubble remains awaiting the plough and other fields which had already been ploughed now stood soft chocolatey brown. Some fields of sweet corn still to be harvested were no longer green but a greyish beige shade. The verdant bright greens of summer had faded to a duller, darker shade and along the roadsides there stood the bleached skeletons of cow parsley and faded grasses along with the pale browns of the many teasels with here and there a clump of wild Michaelmas daisies in soft pale mauve.. Even the sky was a lighter shade of blue yesterday with pale clouds here and there.
Once at Lacock we wandered round the gardens of the Abbey and it was these same soft subtle colours I noticed most.
Autumn paints in both the vivid shades we usually associate with the season and with these subtler colours so that it seems as if she can't quite decide to leave Summer brights behind just yet but that she is winding down from all that bohemian brashness to something perhaps more English and delicate. I don't think I could live with the summer brights all the time any more than I could live with summer sunshine (what was that this year?!) all year round and believe that "to everything there is a season" and we are now ready for something cooler both in terms of temperature and of colour.
|Pity it was bin day!|
Fox Talbot museum . My friend and I enjoyed the exhibition called Theatre of Insects on the mezzanine floor whilst Mr M and my friend's husband examined all the old photography bits and pieces. For more of Jo Whaley's work click here.
Loved this oddly asymetrical shaped archway!
I didn't like the atmosphere inside the house for some reason and couldn't wait to get back outside. I later discovered that a young girl had been sent to the Nunnery and had hated the life and tried to escape - she had been brought back and incarcerated in a cold damp cell where she died. I am not into the paranormal or anything like that but I do wonder....?! The last time I felt anything like that was many years ago when I first visited the Devils' Punchbowl near Hindhead in Surrey and later discovered it was Gibbet Hill where people had been hung in days gone by.
Ghosts or whatever notwithstanding we enjoyed our day out!