Thursday, 7 March 2013
The overgrown 18th Century pleasure garden that is Hackfall. A wooded paradise of cascades, overhung pool, moss and fern - originally a contained and artfully contrived sylvan idyll. And when I stayed there - snow, hail and ice. I became transfixed by the aspect of the overhung pool, both looking down from above, as in these images, and in the reflections close up. When the thaw set in the fountain began to play again.