Stourhead is a place where it is almost impossible to take a bad photograph. Even in the weak, milky light of an autumnal English afternoon there is something to see.
This is one of many shots, of various sorts, taken on the day. Others evoke more the beautiful mistiness of the day and its effects in the gardens; the gorgeous reds, golds and greens of the autumn shrubs and trees. This, however, I enjoyed as an image because of my interest in architecture and architectural photography, and because it seems to capture the wit and ethereal aspirations of the Hoare family, who created the house and its grounds in the eighteenth century.