the street and the pasture beyond it. The mirror at the
end of the bridge is a bit daunting, to say the least, so
I placed my desk in front of it, fortified the table with a
small collection of marble obelisks, and hung a Scottish
landscape painting by Frances Stoddart above it. The
combination of objects provides a focal point for the eye,
and given the fact that the enfilade stretching from the
fireplace to the end of the bridge is seventy feet long, a
focal point is very much needed!
Flexing my sense of self-control has led to a few problems,
however. Although my previous flat was significantly
smaller than this in the sheer number of square feet,
it actually offered significantly more hanging space on
its walls. Where, precisely, were all of the rest of my
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