Head over heels

These two staircases, and the miniature models in the top picture are from the same courtyard house in London.

I am much taken by the miniature stairs, and was tempted to buy a set when I saw them recently in Fortnum's in London, but space constraints on luggage persuaded me otherwise. I do enjoy their juxtaposition with the iron staircase that leads up to them from the courtyard, (second picture), and arriving at an outdoor landing seen beyond the glass panel doors.

The floating staircase that then leads upwards from the indoor foyer is a complete contrast.

But unfortunately, having just taken a rather dramatic and painful tumble from steep stairs, I'm growing wary of anything to do with them. Although these look pretty and interesting, I think I'm now being more drawn to the wide sweeping staircases of yore, where at least someone with a steady hand can guide you, when in need.

The folly of youth. Well yes, the folly of youth is when you don't have it, but you think you still do.