Monday, 14 July 2014

Monk's House

“Behind the cotton wool is hidden a pattern; that we—I mean all human beings—are connected with this; that the whole world is a work of art; that we are parts of the work of art. Hamlet or a Beethoven quartet is the truth about this vast mass that we call the world. But there is no Shakespeare, there is no Beethoven; certainly and emphatically there is no God; we are the words; we are the music; we are the thing itself.”

A couple of sunny weekends ago, I took a trip in to the past, the golden past of Virginia and Leonard Woolf. A place I have been many times before and is tinted with nostalgia and familiarity, but is a place I find myself yearning for when I am not there. Recently I have become englufed in the world of Woolf - and is a world I cannot imagine escaping for some time. After finishing her biography by Alexandra Harris yesterday, only to make an immediate start on the first volume of her diary, I have been trying to make the memory of that glorious midsummer day last as long as possible. 
After finishing 'The Hours' by Michael Cunningham a couple of weeks ago, I was captivated all over again by the charm of the Bloomsbury Group, haunted by Woolf's history and enticed to read anything and everything I could get my hands on about her. Thankfully my lovely mum is an even bigger fan than I am (currently typing this looking at a shelf of Woolf, Fry and Bell), and has lent me five volumes of Woolf's diaries - I started yesterday and am already entranced.
The house has an incredibly tranquil feel about it, one that oozes inspiration to sit in the garden, or writing room, and scribble down pages of ideas, dreams and streams of consciousness. Light airy spaces, muted jewel paint and exposed beams prove why Virginia Woolf loved this house so much - and what a relief from London. Perhaps my favourite room is the purpose built writing room she had made at the back of the garden. How I would love a space like this of my own!
I hope these photos have inspired you to take your own trip to this little house in Sussex, in my humble opinion, there is no nicer way to spend a Saturday afternoon than seeped in the world of Leonard and Virginia. Thank you, Mrs Woolf for your words the past few weeks, they have been my trusted companion and hope they stay for many years to follow. 

Have a lovely week. x

Read: 'The Diary of Virginia Woolf'
Listen to: 'Sunrise' - Norah Jones
Wear: tea dresses and sandals

P.s. Apologies for the quality of these photos - my camera has decided to stop working so these are taken on my phone! For more updates though you can follow me on Instagram @capturingcastles

Monday, 30 June 2014

phoenix island

I have been well and truly absent the past few months and definitely living up to my namesake of The Lost Girl. More on that another time, but I have had some lovely moments included in those panic fuelled months, including most recently having a long overdue visit to Virginia Woolf's Monk's House and have just completed a week long run met with some lovely comments from audience members which has been a beautiful reminder of the kindness of strangers.

I've also been planning a blog redesign (but am a total techno novice so expect some panicked "HELP ME" tweets shortly) and a little rethink as to what I want this space to be. I have got a lot to play with though which is exciting, but for now I will leave you with this gorgeous track which I have had on repeat all day. I saw this wonderful man last year and this song has haunted me ever since - perfect for a lazy, hazy summer's afternoon.

I will be back soon x

Also it's my blog's second birthday on Wednesday! How time has flown and times have changed. Who knows, perhaps I will get back in the swing of things and there will be a post shortly...

Listen to: 'Ground of its Own' - Sam Lee
Read: 'Virginia Woolf' - Alexandra Harris
Eat: Lemon and Elderflower cake (midsummer cake photo on my @capturingcastles Instagram)