Recently I've been ill, and thus have spent much too much time lying in bed doing not a whole lot more than sleeping in, drinking tea and watching too many DVDs. Among that in which I have indulged has been the luscious 1981 series of Evelyn Waugh's Brideshead Revisited. A delicious romp through interwar England draped in thinly veiled homoeroticism.
Lord Sebastian Flyte and Charles Ryder, Young Love, Ain't it Sweet?
Too much time soaked in such a world has left me imagining the coming springtime tinged with a hint of a bygone era.
