The Fog!

John Carpenter eat your blood-curdling heart out. Richmond was one foggy mess yesterday, so I took it upon myself to trek to the Park and try to take some atmospheric photographs. Fun fact – about a month ago I spent four hours taking (if I do say so myself) some rather lovely shots of the Autumn colours before realising that I had failed to insert a memory card into my camera; a small life-lesson about living in the moment perhaps. Anyway, this time I was fully SD’d up and so made my way like a doomed Hammer Horror priest, through the ominous fog to meet my foe – the Richmond Park deer.


The fog really was very disorientating. I know the Park pretty well and yet failed to find the two huge lakes I usually like to circumnavigate. Instead I found some completely new areas that I had never ventured upon before. Or had I? Who knew in this damned chaos?!



The atmosphere was freezing and soggy, the landscape – alien (Captain’s log, stardate thirty-twelve-sixteen). Sounds were muffled and visibility was only a few feet. Stags silently loomed in from the mist with nothing but disdain in their eyes.


After some time I realised that I was tipping towards being lost, and not wishing to become fog-fodder I made my way home to an even more mysterious and vengeful beast – the cat.






Moid-er at the Manor


Last weekend I stayed at Eastwell Manor for the purposes of dastardly moid-er. I hasten to write that I wasn’t the guilty party, I can’t even kill spiders and I would fold like a soufflé in an airing cupboard under questioning. But what I lack in criminal chutzpah I more than make up for in dogged detective work. I’m basically a licensed PI. I mean, I can solve any Jonathan Creek in a flash.

I won’t go in to the intricacies of the murder mystery itself, because A. it would be dull – like hearing about someone else’s dream and B. it would ruin it for anyone wishing to attend. But the grounds looked beautiful during my blustery Sunday morning amble, so I thought I would share them.



Found a secret garden.





Oh and in case you were wondering dear reader, we won. Obvs.












*I may or may not have had a crime fighting  sidekick.




The Weekly Index: 4th November 2016

4th-november-2016It’s Friday! It’s Bonfire’s Night tomorrow! I just ate half a thing of Waitrose luxury custard for lunch! What’s not to be happy about? And to make life even better, here is The Weekly Index!…


♦ Time to try something new? Here are 215 hours of free language lessons.

Will VR change the way I see history? Spoiler alert, yes.

♦ I love reading about the use of pigments and colours from the past (I wonder why? Looking right attcha PhD), so this article looking at the use of ochre was a must read for me.

♦ Want to learn about the Stuarts? Here is a handy animated short narrated by David Mitchell.

How being a younger sibling can affect your career. Ahem!

♦ Laurie Simmons’ images subverting the housewife stereotype are awesome.

This Parisian ceramics boutique is just too cute.

The hidden party castle in the jungle.

♦ Before the racism, when Bardot was still queen of all things, including style.

♦ And finally… a sizzling hot playlist to get you in the Bonfire’s spirit.