I don't much care for formal flower arrangements, and big posh houses aren't my thing either. So I don't really know why I wanted to go and see the Flower Festival at Fairfax House, running last week from 20th-28th Sept. I think it might be something to do with my liking for the idea of living things (in this case flowers) adding life to buildings and somehow melding their energy into them.I'm not the only one to like the idea of living things bringing life to buildings. Our predecessors liked it quite a lot, and it was customary some parts of the country to wall up something living, like a cat, in a newly built house to bring life to the place and protect it against witchcraft. Suffolk is big on walled up cats, and their mummified bodies abound throughout the county - including a couple of discovered ones on display in the Nutshell pub, Bury St Edmunds, suspended from the ceiling.
Anyway, it was the last day of the Fairfax House Flower Festival yesterday, so I guess I can't have wanted to see big posh house + flower arrangements quite enough to bother getting down there and forking out the £5 fee for entry. Now if they'd walled the flower arrangements up, and offered spectators a mug of ale or two to celebrate, I might actually have shifted myself off into to town for a look this weekend.
