This is the beach house of the deceased film director Derek Jarman. I'd heard about his sculpture garden and eventually got there on one of our many trips to Rye - just about my favourite spot in the country. The garden is only tiny - small but perfectly formed. All the sculptures were created by Jarman from findings on the beach - driftwood, stones, rope etc. I love the notion of artistically recycling!
The house itself is a wooden structure and is covered in words made out of wooden letters - like braille for the sighted. Very fascinating to look at and, of course, to touch. I love this particular place because it is so bleak there - and always, seemingly, the weather is wild and windy and the sky is huge. I will definitely make the return journey.
The more I look at these old scrapbook pages the more I realise how much I loved both doing and having them. Photographs of our memories deserve better than to be stuck in a drawer out of sight. I can see more scrapbooking on the horizon....
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