sweet victorian reminiscences

My son is the master of train spotting and I would probably qualify for the title in house spotting. We (I and my friends) like to power-walk around neighbourhoods looking at nice houses and getting new ideas (and burning some calories before making the stop to Starbucks for a brew and a cake-pop. Why did they have to add those calorie signs on them and add some quilt on munching a little 480 calorie slice???).

Yesterday we passed this beautiful truly Victorian-looking house – I would say it was a rebuild rather than original restoration (which is hiding pretty well in this picture). Lovely house with the cutest pool, and the pool house on the back.

The front especially also deserves a special mention – just look at the well-maintained pretty picket-fence with the tenderly smelling fuchsia and light pink roses all along. This house certainly was the highlight of the route yesterday.

I am not saying that this was the only remarkable house, but here the ensemble was so there – so often there is a mismatch with an ugly fence or cobblestones of a totally different style and colour. One house in particular deserves a mention – the entrance had a lemon wreath, bronze lions, blue and white plastic flower wreaths on the poles and pink and red roses on top. Was is just lack of style, true colour blindness or preparation for uber-kitsch party (why did I not take a picture..?)