On Sunday, we went out with our friends as planned. We went all the way to exotic Dulwich to visit the Dulwich Picture Gallery. The Gallery has a permanent collect and visiting exhibitions. We limited ourselves to the permanent collection and were allowed to take photos freely (other galleries and museums please note) as long as we did not use flash.
What about the art? Let me put it this way: the item I liked most by far was this beautiful and superbly made clock. For me, a clock is almost a living thing with its constant movement and sounds and its expressive face. Left to my own devices, I would fill our little flat with clocks.
I did quite like this picture even though the hound seems to have a cauliflower ear. The artist has captured the dog’s expression very well. (Unfortunately, I neglected to note the artist’s name.)
From the Picture Gallery, we walked through Dulwich village, past the famous War Memorial, and caught a bus home, stopping on the way for a meal at the faux français Café Rouge.
This morning (Monday) I had a couple of errands to run, one of them in Covent Garden.
If you are not a Londoner, you may be interested in this view of the rather scruffy Covent Garden tube station.
Covent Garden has a long history and used to be London’s main fruit and vegetable market but the famous building, called “the Piazza”, now houses boutiques and eateries designed to attract tourists. The market has moved to Nine Elms.
As Tigger was working at Harrow today, finishing at 1:30 pm, I went up to meet her for lunch. I arrived early so walked up to Harrow-on-the-Hill. The village (more a small town, these days) is the site of the famous Harrow public school* and also, apparently, being the site of Britain’s first recorded motoring accident, on February 25th 1899, in which the driver lost his life.
Harrow School was founded in 1572 under a Royal Charter granted by Elizabeth I who still keeps her eye on things from a niche in the wall.
The village is quite pretty and, being on a hill, as its name suggests, has some good views.
There are other intriguing vestiges of the past, here and there, such as the drinking fountain, dating from 1880, which replaced the earlier town well, sunk in 1816; or this splendidly preserved, and still functioning post box dating from the era of Queen Victoria. (See below.)
As we hadn’t been to Pinner for a while, we decided to take the bus and go there for lunch. Hence the third picture above where the florist is obviously ready for Christmas.
On the way home we stopped off at Kings Cross station. Can you guess why? Yes, we’re off again tomorrow. Tigger received a message that a package needs to go to Leeds by 12 noon tomorrow.
For once, I am going with her on the early train so I will have the fun of taking part in the whole process. We expect to arrive in Leeds around 9:15 am. It shouldn’t take too long to deliver the package after which we can explore Leeds at our leisure.
*American readers might care to note that in Britain, a so-called “public school” is not at all public. It is an expensive fee-paying private school for rich parents who wish to have the worst characteristics of the upper echelons of British society inculcated into their offspring, often ruining them for life.