Yesterday I was taken to see Peter Doig’s large, colourful pictures at the Courtauld. They were OK but not worth the double-digit millions they sometimes fetch at auction.
As Loriners will know Hephaestus was the patron god of metal working no doubt including the parts wrought in metal on a horse’s harness such as bits, bridles and stirrups. And as everyone knows the Greeks were riding horses more than a thousand years before the Birth of Christ.
This appears to be the result of an inability to decide what to build. It’s castellated, has a steeply pitched roof more often seen aloft a continental château, looks as if it is covered in icing sugar and exhales a neo-gothic aroma. A riddle wrapped in a mystery – one I can solve.