This episode of the blog started out as a visit to Charleston house, home of the Bloomsbury set. They lived a wholly unconventional life, avoiding the ravages of the first world war by painting their own unique colourful world in Sussex. The tragedy being, photography is prohibited and the tour is only an hour. So I can't show you the sensory overload that is Charleston, I can only describe it to you as the most bewitching place. You would have to experience the rooms fizzing! Every inch is decorated, from rugs to headboards and murals. Sometimes, it can look crude, as if it shouldn't work, but it does. You'll forgive my "borrowed" images to wet your whistle;
At least I managed a few snaps of the dreamy garden which bathed in the last of the hazy sun, Autumn waiting to creep in. My mother and I decided to pop into nearby Alfriston for a coffee and a trip down memory lane - my parents were married there. Alfriston is one film set worthy street, preserved in time. There's a curious toy town feel about the place. On first glance, the Post office and General store is every tourist's dream. Original facade and two glorious windows puffing their chests out, they certainly don't make them like that anymore. But the real treat is the cash carrier hooked up to the ceiling, above the counter. A remnant from the days when your cash was passed to the shop assistant who attached them up to the carrier and sent them whizzing off to the cashier. Your change and receipt duly returned in the same way. It got me thinking about contact less payment - one tap for a sandwich or the tube. Even the butcher did it when I wasn't looking the other day. Perhaps we all operate on auto pilot at lunchtimes, but do we have to be in such a hurry? Shouldn't we all be engaging in a spot of eye contact and enjoy slowing down to gather our thoughts?
Even the curtain rail above the door has two love birds attached.