To the Lighthouse by Virginia Woolf
So off they strolled down the garden in the usual direction, past the tennis lawn, past the pampas grass, to that break in the thick hedge, guarded by red hot pokers like brasiers of clear burning coal, between which the blue waters of the bay looked bluer than ever.
— Penguin Classics 2019, p.24.
Detail
A painting’s background in Virginia Woolf’s 1927 novel ‘To the Lighthouse’, 2025; Watercolour, lead pencil and varnish on paper, acrylic on wood; 102 x 82 x 4.6
By Gail Hastings
—Showing the tennis court on the left, pampas grass surrounding it, and the red-hot poker plants at ‘b’.