City of dreaming spires

And one very cool house in Portobello Road. Pretty much anything looks good if you use Scrabble tiles...

A Foggy Day in London Town

 A foggy day,
In London Town,
It had me low,
And it had me down
I viewed the morning,
With much alarm,
The British Museum,
Had lost it's charm
How long I wondered,
Could this thing last,
But the age of miracles
Hadn't past
And suddenly,
I saw you standing there
And in foggy London Town,
The sun was shining everywhere

Saturday morning in Islington

Cold, crisp and autumnal. Lots of pretty things to see in my way to Make Lounge for knitting class.

Autumn Walk

Out of London, via poor old Waterloo where the beautifully engineered ceiling is overshadowed by the hurlyburly and the nasty 'sixties architecture, into the countryside. Well, not the countryside but some very picturesque Surrey suburbs.

We walked along the canal towpath for about five miles. And the dog swam most of the way.

I felt clearheaded and energised by being in nature, despite the rain. Just like a Romantic poet.