Yesterday we spent the day at Brodsworth Hall and Gardens — one of those places that instantly slows you down. It was sunny but fresh, with that perfect autumn air that makes everything feel alive again. I took my Fujifilm X100V, of course, and captured little moments throughout the day — the warm light, the textures, the old pine trees.
I’ve decided to start sharing more of these quiet trips and days out here on my blog — small escapes, countryside walks, places that inspire me to take pictures. It’s something I truly love: wandering around with my camera, just observing how light touches the world.
Autumn Colours & Quiet Gardens
The gardens at Brodsworth are one of the most peaceful places I’ve been recently. There’s a mix of formal terraces, topiary, and woodland paths, with old statues hidden between trees. I especially loved the tall pines, the crunch of leaves underfoot, and that earthy autumn smell that always makes me want to photograph everything.
Even without the summer flowers, there’s so much beauty — in the shapes of the branches, the moss on the ground, the low afternoon light catching on gold leaves. It’s the kind of place that makes you look closely and notice details you’d usually walk past.
A Little About Brodsworth Hall
Brodsworth Hall sits near Doncaster, in South Yorkshire. The house was built in the 1860s for Charles Sabine Thellusson in a beautiful Italianate style, and today it’s looked after by English Heritage.
What I love about it is that the hall hasn’t been turned into something overly polished — it’s been preserved as it was found. The rooms still carry their history, the slightly faded wallpapers, the old furniture — everything feels like time has softly stopped there.
A Cozy Lunch & My Favourite Find
After a long walk, we had a simple but delicious lunch in the café — warm lentil soup and tea. It felt so comforting after being outside for hours.
On the way out, I stopped by the little garden stall and couldn’t resist buying a bag of white daffodil bulbs. They’re my favourites — I loved them as a child and always plant them whenever I can. I’ll be potting them in the garden this week, and I can already picture them blooming in spring.
Final Thoughts
That day at Brodsworth Hall felt like stepping into a softly fading memory — the grandeur of history, the whisper of seasons, the quiet stillness of nature. It reminded me why I love photographing places like this: because time sits in the details. Because life is most visible in textures, in edges, in quiet transitions.
When I plant those daffodils in my pots, I’ll think back to the gold light under those old pines, the soft hush of a hall suspended in time, and the joy of walking slowly with camera in hand.
If you ever find yourself seeking a gentle, rich, quietly beautiful day out in Yorkshire, Brodsworth Hall is one of those places that stays with you.
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