I quite love this city, and spent one of my Devon weekends here. We walked through the Barbican a bit — and some lovely little side streets, old and stone-filled, narrow and full of faded colour:
So much of this country is haunted by what was.
We walked down along the sound as well
Not least by J.G. Ballard.
We managed a few of the ordinary everyday streets of Plymouth as well, apologies for sharing the most picturesque.
As we wandered back from a visit to Saltram House. I really wanted to see gardens — they were nice here, but not too special. The wildflowers were wonderful though.
Full of old beautiful trees
The house was all right, though I never do care too much for these massive displays of wealth really:
But I always love the kitchens. An early patented ‘portable refrigerator’ and more…
Also good for deeper insight into the class system:
The library was lovely — along with early adjustable shelves and Blount’s Jocular Tenures!
I also enjoyed the step stool into bed
and this early bathroom
And just because I never did blog this earlier trip, and more pictures of things like the barbican and the point the Mayflower left from and all that sort of thing
A little prettier perhaps than the pics from this last trip…