the house is alive!

old building facade with attic windows and chimneys
Photo by Maria Orlova on

They moan as darkness settles in,

Some say it’s pipes and floorboards,

Settling as they cool.

But we all know the house lives on,

It sighs as we all sleep within,

Nestling in those rumbling bowels.

Does anyone else really love old buildings? Here in the UK we have The National Trust that looks after lots of old properties and you can pay a membership and go and visit them, all over the country. For me, visiting one of their houses is the perfect day out.

I don’t know where my fascination with buildings came from, but it definitely has something to do with the knowing that so many stories have played out within them over the years.

I remember driving past the old asylum in our town when I was really young. I found out what an asylum was and I became transfixed. I couldn’t believe that such horrors could have played out in my boring little town.

Parts of the building still stand and I always wonder if there are still spirits that float through the hallways. Or is it the building itself that has a personality? Is it shaped by everything that has happened inside of it?

I have always thought that buildings look a bit like people with eyes and mouths. And the older the better. The older they are, the more character and the more individual.

Once day I hope that I can live in an old cottage that’s all quirky and old. It won’t be a very good investment, but it would make me happy.

Much Love


lovin’ the chelsea flower show

Creeping over crunchy ground,

Through leaves all dried by sun

To flowers blooming in their shade.

The secret garden lives for me,

A place to disappear, dissolve

From whirling worlds that spin too fast.

Here there is a slower pace

Where I am forced to take some time

Down beside the waters still,

And find my place of perfect peace.

I’ve been watching all the highlights from the past Chelsea Flower Shows that are on TV at the moment. If you are not from the UK then you may not know it, but it’s a really prestigious gardening show where everyone is gunning for a gold medal in the judging.

I’ve never really been a fan, I think that watching people walk through gardens is a bit like watching paint dry. But in the past we’ve enjoyed going to visit National Trust properties and walking through the gardens. With that not a possibility anymore, I seem to have latched onto watching the flower show. (Either that, or I’m just getting old).

The gardens on the show are just stunning and so creative. As somebody who loves art and anything that involves getting mucky and creative, I’m enjoying the artistry. And the water features are to die for. I don’t know about you but I find trickling water to be the most relaxing sound in the world.

I’ve been going through the old photos to remember times when we were at the National Trust gardens and I’m buzzing to get back to them. I’m tempted to get a pass when this is all over so that we can go on loads of road trips.

I didn’t really have anything that I was burning to say today, so I just thought I’d bring you something pretty and whimsical, so this is what you have. A little slice of The Secret Garden in my own style.

Much Love,

Rachel xx