One of my favourite songs of all time is Garbage's "I'm Only Happy When It Rains"
. It certainly fit my general mood in the mid '90s… but… while I still like their stuff, I nowadays find springtime my favourite. Autumn has its beauty.
Still! There is a lot to be said for melancholia.
I remember a train ride from London to Lincoln one very bleak winter's day. The flat, flat landscape, the snow drifts, the utter stillness. It was a slow train as well, stopping everywhere Dr Beeching's axe didn't fall.
Anyone who has travelled that route will relate. I think.
Le Roi Renaud
- Le Poème Harmonique
It does look very good in the rising and setting sun. The gold really glows.
Sash windows are great. They open so wide and really good for controlling airflow.
When we moved to an Edwardian house in London the sashes were in terrible condition. The previous occupants had been stuffing newspapers in the joints, until it all became a lump of papier mâché… and so making the problems worse. Anyway. I took them all down and stripped them, re-hung them with new cables and they worked with not a draft or rattle.
People are very often unwilling to put work in to living in old houses. They are so rewarding. As the old saw goes, "Architects always live in old houses."
And it is very true!