Having recently partaken of viands and a bottle or two of the finest ginger beer, the occasion benign, and the mood as refreshing as a cool breeze on a hot day, I and my companions beg to offer an apology for having hitherto left unaddressed the life and work of the great architect James Paine (1717–1789).
It sometimes happens that I overlook the introduction of a person to my wider acquaintance – not from any desire to keep that person to myself, but simply because he, or she, plays such a central role in my life that I have assumed that my acquaintances were all familiar with her, or him.
Rather as Einstein and Newton both expected to find a single simple solution at the heart of the problems of the universe, so there are those who would look to find a simple explanation for the flowering of the English landscape in the second half of the 18th century; and loud among competing voices are the grim shooting men of Norfolk, who claim that it was a response to the exponential increase in poaching through this period.
I was caught in a grimace, with a root beer at the bar on my first step to becoming American, when Mr L of Brooklyn, English as it happens, approached me, and on discovering my occupation, asked whether the great landscape architect Frederick Law Olmsted had been influenced by Capability Brown.
Box topiary: slim-fit for the more slender gentleman, and the more willowy figure
A recent post (note 60) has caught the eye of Mr E of Cambo.
In a lengthy disquisition on his own practice when amongst his vegetables and in the light of the four necessary houses in the east pleasure ground at Wallington Hall,
Further questions about roads from Mr S. of Droitwich, and a summary reply: