This is Danesfield House, a country pile from 1901 which is now a super-swish hotel (I am bluffing in my poshest, pinkest trousers). The house is kind of bluffing too – mock-Tudor, you see – although it’s doing rather better than me. The white walls lack detail, but they do glow prettily in the sunlight, high above the Thames.
The hotel has a tearoom in The Orangery, which is where I spotted this little plasterwork detail beneath a potted plant. Perhaps the sculptor was feeling inspired by parsnips? Watched over by the nose, we had a yum cream tea – then wandered round the grounds and met a cat, and came back in and looked at the chandelier. It was all very nice and very alliterative.
And a few other photos from the Easter bank holiday. A simnel cake (which I cannot take credit for), my crystallized primroses which went on top of it, and Amber the cat eyeing it up.
I hope your bank holiday was lovely!
Thanks to my sister Miriam for giving Wes Anderson a run for his money with a perfectly symmetrical shot of me.