The houses over this way are solid, indeed, if it is not too malapropriate, they border on the stolid. Scottishly so. They are the conceits of Presbyterian burghers, rather than the aspiration of a Bermondsey gas-fitter, as I suspect was many an early cottage in Paddington. But, then again, the earliest establishment in Paddo was Robert Cooper's 'Juniper Hall' in 1828, whereas, Castlecrag was midwifed by the prolific walter Burly Griffin and his wife, Marion, between 1925 and 1935. Paddo is an urban-jungle-mishmash, whereas Castlecrag is a sedate, gentrified estate. In contrast, our little gingerbread cottage endeared itself by being quaint, indeed, twee. |
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Saturday, 6 April 2013
The attraction of twee to an incorrigible bag-lady
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