My Easter break was an extended one – the Friday after Easter was the start of a bi-annual 9-day violin restoration course, which I’d been hoping to attend for some time, and not only because of the fantastic learning environment that everyone who comes back from it talks about. What they also talk about is the almost magical bubble that you disappear into, and the waking-from-dreamland state you find yourself having to deal with at the end of it.
Remember March, England? That month of sunshine that you weren’t really prepared for (I swear there used to be something like this, it was called “summer”, but wasn’t that later in the year?”) That coincided with the course, and really made the experience all the more magical. West Dean is a big old house not far from Chichester, which is now a college, providing all sorts of arty-farty courses in the holidays. The buildings are amazing, Hogwartsy, and the gardens are fantastic.
So here are a few pictures:
Painting the tree.
You’d swear it was Dolly and her mother…
And possibly her aunt as well!