delve a little deeper....
Seriously, I did, scary bastards.
I decided to take the day off and do some shopping and wandering in Twickenham. I went to the gardens of York House on the river and took my camera along because I wanted to take some photographs of the statues (more of in a minute). I stopped to try and take a picture of a squirrel, why anyone needs a photo of a squirrel I don't know but it's just one of those things you do isn't it? As if a squirrel was some rarely seen mythical animal only seen for two weeks in September between 3pm and 4pm... So I'm there thinking I need a picture of this squirrel trying to creep towards it and not make any sudden movements whilst simultaneously zooming camera and getting squirrel to look my way. Squirrel looks at me and I snap. Then it moves forward and I'm thinking oooh can get a really close one in manner of intrepid wildlife photographer. Squirrel is now hurtling towards me with murder in its eyes! I squeak like the girl I am and run away. After telling myself squirrel was not actually after me I continue pottering about feeling at one with nature. I stop to take a photo of a snail on a tree. At least they don't move much I thought.
Having found the macro setting on camera yet inexplicably turning it into black and white I took a snap of snail (seen right) I then realise I am surrounded by three squirrels all getting closer and with my murder in their eyes. Scream like a girl and run away again. One even chased me. I actually had visions of being mauled by these brave mutant squirrels and be found half eaten by the river by a passing tramp. Suspect squirrels have been fed a lot here and see humans as food providers and not actual food but they really freaked me out. Several times I had to walk very quickly away stamping my feet as I wandered about looking for the statues. Believe me I felt like an utter pratt but I was actually scared one would jump on me and scratch my eyes out. I couldn't believe how pushy these bushy tailed scavengers were. Even when I ran away they actually followed me! I texted a friend to ask if I smelled of acorns, but he only came back with some 'witty' comment about me smelling of nuts...cheeky fuck.
So, I found the statues, known as The Naked Ladies. They were originally imported from Italy by a corrupt financier who eventually took his own life the Oceanides (or sea nymphs) were acquired from Witley Park and brought to their current location by Sir Ratan Tata ( what a fab name) who had bought York House from the duc d'Orléans in 1906. Carved Italian Carrara white marble they were sculpted in the early nineteenth century by the Roman studio of Orazio Andreoni.
Here are some pictures- I figured it'd make a change blogging pictures of myself naked:
Aren't they fabulous?!
Just before I left a great big heron came along and sat on one of the ladies heads. Not being Heather Angel or having much more than a cheap click and point camera on me this was the best I could get. I left after being stalked yet again by the deranged squirrels.
It was nice to get some fresh air and I also managed to pick up four books which were on my to read list- two of them for £1.50 each at local charity shop so was very pleased. Also witnessed a drunk demanding beer in the Waitrose Costa. You'd have thought you'd get a better class of person in such a place wouldn't you?!
Am back working tomorrow so shall have a nice early night and be ready for a much needed bonking! Please do not bring your pet squirrel when you visit. I now have a new phobia.