Mrs H of Houston asks what it is that old things contribute to human happiness and understanding.
Category: Englishness (Page 2 of 3)
I may have been over-hasty in my last (note 182) when I suggested that Box had gone out of favour in the second half of the 18th century, simply because it had become too popular and was making its way down through the social classes – a progress that hardly surprises when one considers how readily it takes from cuttings.
Picture your editor, wearing an unaccustomed suit and travelling in a party with his client, the Duchess of Rutland, trying to look the part as they slalom like balls in a pinball machine, from cocktail party to cocktail party across the United States.
With my companions at the Tatler’s Waste-Bin, Captain Ken, the noted bicyclist, amongst them, we have on occasion devoted our evening’s lucubration to the trees that grow readily in the kingdom. Last night came the turn of the greatest of them all, and the tree most planted by our hero, Capability Brown.
Monsieur B of Orléans has touched again on the subject of old trees, and whether Capability Brown saved them or even modified his work to take account of them. Well, well, well. The questions are good, and the short answers are yes and yes, but then again, simple decency bids me add, also no and no.
Mrs D of Hampshire has been in touch again to ask for a list of English-style landscapes in France.