A Saturday at Snowshill Manor, Charles Wade's house in Gloucestershire and an evening in Gloucester Cathedral. Wade was an architect, artist, poet and craftsman who collected well-crafted objects his whole life, finally leaving the manor that housed them to the National Trust in the 1950s.

Wade's family made money from slavery on St Kitts in the 19th century which for me casts a long shadow over the collection. The privileges of time, money and energy his inheritance afforded can't really be ignored, although his eccentricities and the collection itself are clearly worth attention.

Fascinating as it was, the fabric of the 16th century (and 17th, 18th century additions) estate buildings themselves were more my speed and his own cottage and workshop (he didn't live in the manor but in the Priest's House) were more intimate and approachable.

The collection was so intense, so individual that walking through room after room was like stepping hauntingly into Wade's mind. I couldn't help but feel that the sheer size of the collection (not everything's even on show) seemed an indication of an even larger void within Wade, a man clearly not at home in his own era. This was his genius; the collection and his gifts are incredible, but a sadness pervades at Snowshill and I think the photos I took capture something of that.