Mostly Ruskin, and bits of landscape

Today, to Brantwood (down some of what were surely the Lake District's narrowest roads?) to visit Ruskin's house.  Here's the view from his bedroom; here what one sees when one sits on a seat in his terrific garden.

And here's Ruskin's very own seat, covered, of course, in lichen (though I do remember from his letters that when he was building walls here, he placed lichen on the inside.  Why?)

Back inside the house, a bell cloche over moss, rather than lichen (and if anyone has any spare Victorian glass cloches like this, do let me know ...);

and a shell fireplace (this room was used by Severn, rather than Ruskin, though, so I'm not sure how far back the shells go - but surely the fireplace motif itself is original?).

Back outside - does anyone know what these pretty flowers might be?

This was Ruskin's boat (I appreciated the painter rope curled in the bow in a perfect spiral);

and another view of the magical garden.

Then off we went to walk around Tarn Hows - pretty, but we were disappointed not to see any red squirrels;

and back to draw the view from our room's terrace - the intimidating presence of Ruskin notwithstanding.