It's a strange thing, isn't it, how you sometimes don't understand the whole picture but merely see, very clearly, glimpses of things. Do you know what I mean?
And if you do, that's where I am in my mind this evening. It's a warm, soft, heavy night in London, and I've had a fantastic few days. It's a long story, but this is a blog about glimpses of things not the whole picture, so for once I will neither be starting or ending a tale. It's been an emotional week too, in parts very happy and very sad, and I hope to be able to write more one day - but do you mind if it's not tonight?
The backdrop to all this has been intense, too, and that I'm very happy to show glimpses of. On Friday and Saturday I went to two of the most beautiful houses I've been in in a long time, one in Northumberland, the other in Oxfordshire.
The first is Eglingham, a brief and delicious visit to which formed part of a wonderful day with new clients; a beautiful, vigorous, stone house of the perfect period of English classicism. Eglingham first made its way on to these pages almost two years ago, in a little blog I wrote about the wonderful world of Mr Walker; Tim Walker, the fashion photographer.
That was Friday - a long but fantastic round trip to Alnwick. The second, where I went last night, is at Wardington in Oxfordshire. Wardington is a mediaeval manor that was twice altered and extended, brilliantly, seamlessly, in the arts and crafts language in the 20s.
Both are in their own way perfect places; so different, so complete of themselves. And just for now, that's what we're going to catch sight of. Perfect summer days and nights are made of these.