I love this city. It is polluted, noisy (even without hearing aids) and overcrowded and it is now governed by Barmy Boris* but I love it. Walking across Tower Bridge, taking photos I looked like one of the tourists but, no, I live here. Eat your heart out, tourist!
Today was Omelette Day, as usual, but Tigger suggested I go and see the sheep after lunch. Sheep in London? Yes, and right beside the glass carbuncle, “Ken’s Folly”, where Boris works. The picture on the left proves it.
The sheep were being exhibited and there was a display of shearing as well.
On the left you see a group of sheep, some shorn and others awaiting the pleasure: see right. The shearer couldn’t resist looking into the came- ra: he’s an even bigger tart than I am.
I left “Ken’s Folly” via Tower Bridge. Like Beethoven’s Fifth Symphony, Tower Bridge gets so much exposure (and not always of the best sort), that we tend to take it for granted. Pictures don’t always give you a feel for how big it really is. It’s a massive lump of stone and steel. Below are some of the pictures I took.
Tower Bridge was designed to match the style of the Tower of London. This gloomy but historic pile was founded by William the Conqueror and at various times has served the purposes of royal palace, fortress, arsenal, Royal Mint and, more grimly, as prison and place of torture and execution for those who fell out of royal favour.
It was a stiff contest but the final winner was never really in doubt. With a superbly woolly coat, an expressive black face (all my favourite sheep have black faces) and a magnificent set of horns…
… applause, please, for your Sheep of the Day… Hornbeam!
Actually, I don’t know his real name, if he has one, but Hornbeam seems appropriate. Enjoy his magnificence.