In the course of my work on the First World War, I am starting to learn a fair amount about Rudyard Kipling who not only lost his son in the conflict, but also helped the Imperial War Graves Commission (as it then was) with the commemoration of the dead in cemeteries and memorials during the post-war period. His home was at Batemans in Sussex, from the gardens of which comes today’s image.
Being a fan of patterns, shapes and textures, formal gardens are always a firm favourite of mine. The line and pattern of the brick path draw us into the image, while the intricate network of the growing frame surrounds us. The order and symmetry of these are broken up by the more organic shapes of the plants themselves, flourishing in the summer sun.