The back of the house.
It was really really sunny out, finally!
Red House was suppose to be the house of his dreams, that he was going to spend years living in. We traveled about thirty minutes by train to Bexleyheath, just outside of London, to see the house. Morris only ended up living there for a few years, he decided to sell the house and move closer to London and his business in order to provide him more time to work. The house was beautiful, however, the gardens are even more beautiful. They have been added to and changed since Morris owned the house, but the were non the less beautiful.
I don't typically enjoy taking photographs to flowers things like that, but I couldn't resist some of the plants that were in the gardens.
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