I think I’m all blogged out. I’ve sucked the marrow out if my trip. The new term has commenced and, as regular readers will know, my postings will slow, if not go into hibernation for a while as work sucks the marrow out of me.
I will leave you with some random photos of things I liked and things I found strange.
I never realised how big the V2 rockets were.
I get where they are and why they’ve been important in history. I don’t get why the Dardanelles are in a round ball of stone.
While this sign may be confronting, it might actually work. Never seen one like this in Australia.
Is there anymore “typical” Lindon photo than this one? A grand building, a green square and a bank of red buses.
Well this one comes close with all the black cabs.
I was so excited to see a robin. And he/she sung her heart out, in a blossom tree in a church garden. Gorgeous.
I like that things are kept, even if they are no use. Layers of people’s lives.
The machine in the next photo was amazing. The lid is lifted, you lie down fully clothed and the lid is shut. Warm water is sprayed at high pressure with different rhythms. A sealed plastic sheets saves you from getting wet. The noise is calming, much like white noise and you forget you’re in the middle of a shopping centre. Next best thing to a real massage.
I kept telling Mr S, this is what our magnolia tree would look like if it wasn’t for possums.
All class. A cheeky supermarket red!
When too much gilt is never enough. On royal carriages at Buckingham Palace, of course.
Trains on the Circle Line were one long carriage. When going around a bend, it was like an optical illusion, disappearing in repetition. Loved the clarity of sound and signs telling you which line you’re on and which station is next.
Some think this building is beautiful. I think it the Lloyds Tower is ugly. I didn’t like the inside out Pompidou building in Paris either. Your view?
I much prefer the symmetry and elegance of the old structures with decorative features, like lamp posts. Utilitarian, I’m not.
A last look back as we shut the door on our flat. Good bye number 24.