about Okenhill Hall, near the castled town of Framlingham. Well, the oracle – Nikolaus Pevsner – in “The Buildings of England” – Suffolk volume – is dustily dry: ” with a stepped gable and dated 1552. Two polygonal angle buttresses with polygonal finials. (are you still with me?) Two windows with pediments, resting however in a characteristically undecided way on hood-mould stops.” …… the language of a seagull crunching on wind-seared bones.
Forget him. The Hall is tall and a fabulous orgy of old brick, twisted chimneys and windows with stone lintels. The garden from croquet lawn out to moat and views beyond is a masterpiece of restraint and good taste. I liked the gardeners shed best.
The lawn was crimped to perfection and dotted here and there a considerable collection of sculptures. Seen from the haha, a figure of a man running full tilt across the meadow and this dog, a fine silhouette in a gap in the hedge.
Of dogs, this brings me to Buna, our nursing border terrier. While I was eating cake and ham sandwiches, spread lightly with dijon mustard, back home she abandoned her puppies and ran away to the pub. A £75 dog fine later, she is home once more and in the proverbial dog house.