House 19. Ship inspired perhaps?

Looking like a luxury yacht at anchor this place is near Larchmont in Los Angeles. Most of the house around here are in a range of styles from faux Mexican villa to English Country cottage on steroids. This one was quite different, and lovely in its way. Super lines and some clever tree planting.

The blue sky which is quiet normal for around here, sets off the white of the building . I love it.

Probably owned by someone in the media, who only sleeps there. Too busy for the rest of the time earning enough to buy something bigger. The gardener, maid and other workers get the most benefit from it as they have it during the day. If it were mine I’d work from home from the top left room, rather like the captain of the ship. However, there would be little on the horizon, apart from the odd passing car ( this is on a remarkably quiet street for L A ) and people generally don’t walk around this area. After all what’s a car for?

House 18. Red house, Ontario.

I doubt that the little red wooden house here still exists. It was in Ontario, Canada, where we went a few years ago and was really the last holiday we had with the kids in tow. Heading north east from Toronto we were looking for the end of a family trail. We did rather underestimate the distances we needed to travel and spent many hours in the hired car. No wonder the kids never wanted to go with us again.

They were also tortured as we got into country areas, by me insisting on stopping at any unusual Canadian barn to take a picture. This was one and the little red house was a bonus. There was another barn on the left of this image, in almost the same state as the one here. I could have spent ages here taking pictures but we’d probably been in the car for some hours already.

It illustrates the sort of pecking order on this farm. The barns were priority, the house an afterthought.

I cannot recall now exactly where this was located, but if anyone in Canada knows it I bet it has an interesting history. So, it’s the red house between two barns. Who lived there? Where is it? What’s the history? I’d love to know.

House 17. Cable Street, London

In a typical Lancashire way my Aunty Winnie, who used to make a massive meat and potato pie for us whenever we moved house, had a way with words. Not unlike the great Hilda Baker who’s , comedy routine was based on getting the words slightly wrong but in an odd sense right. “Those evangelists have been painting the walls near the Town Hall again Dorothy!” Evangelists? Are you sure Winnie? “Yes of course I’m sure,saw it with my own eyes, take my word for it”

The only bit of the word she got right was the “van” and she meant vandals. But the meaning was clear to us and had added meaning. A sort of Winnie bonus.

She would have called this wall above a “muriel”.

I wonder what the people who live in this quite famous Cable Street house think of their “Muriel”, it celebrates East Enders protesting at black shirt fascists in the area on a particular day in 1930 and turned into a bit of a riot. They were so incensed that the fascists were marching through their community that they gave vent to their anger. Almost evangelical about it.

Go to the link above to read all about the mural, it’s actually not a house, but it could have been.