For eit år sidan

The woods were all of oak and beech, the oak grey and bare, the beech faintly dusted with green by the breaking buds; they made a simple, carefully designed pattern with the green glades and the wide green spaces - Did the fallow deer graze here still? - and, lest the eye wander aimlessly, a Doric temple stood by the water's edge, and an ivy-drawn arch spanned the lowest of the connecting weirs. All this had been planned and planted a century and half ago so that, about this date, it might be seen in its maturity. From where I stood the house was hidden by a green spur, but I knew well how and where it lay, couched among the lime trees like a hind in the bracken.

 Brideshead Revisited: The Sacred and Profane Memories of Captain Charles Ryder av Evelyn Waugh. 

Biletet er frå Castle Howard, der eg gjekk meg vill i rododendron-skogen for akkurat eit år sidan.