Tigger had a day off today, so of course, we wanted to make the most of it. What do you do on your free day? Why, you start by going out to breakfast, of course! In honour of the special occasion, we decided on one of our favourite locales, the rooftop cafe at Alfie’s Antiques Market in exotic Marylebone.
They do a really good vegetarian breakfast there and in warm weather it is most pleasant to sit outside with a view over the rooftops and an unexpected garden.
On the way back to the station, we saw…
The studded door belongs to St Edward’s Convent which houses the local chapter of the Sisters of Mercy. (Nuns, not the rock and roll band!)
We returned to Marylebone station and took the train to Wembley Stadium. Why? Yes, well, that’s a good question. I suppose we felt it would be good to have a look at the famous stadium with its “bucket handle” and the area where it resides. I can’t say it was a very edifying experience, unfortunately.
You leave the station by a broad railway bridge whose structure echoes that of the famous “bucket handle”. The bridge and the walkway which leads from it are broad to accommodate the great crowds that come here for football matches. Mercifully, it was quiet today.
To our disappointment, there was nothing there to retain us. I will say no more in case you live there! We preferred to move on, passing through Golders Green, at whose crossroad stands this war memorial and horse trough.
We didn’t tarry at Golders Green, however. We used to go there quite often at one point in our lives and, to be honest, there isn’t much there of interest these days. Maybe we’ll take another look one day but today we simply changed buses and hurried onwards.
We came to Highgate Village, where I found this silver lion. SilverTiger obviously felt a bond with a silver lion. I would have liked to take him home but there wouldn’t be any room for him in our tiny flat.
There are other places in London that, like Highgate Village, retain something of a past when they were separate towns or villages, surrounded by farms and wilderness. Each has its own character, of course, and is worth exploring for that reason.
Even here, the angel name follows us. This angel, on the Angel Inn, has unfortunately lost her head. (Angels are said to be neuter but I think, from certain surviving features, that this one is female.)
Tigger spotted this crest above a doorway and as I was taking the photo, a passer-by spoke to me. He said that he often came that way but had never before noticed the crest. Like many people, he was curious about what we were photographing and why.
It seems that we are often oblivious to the interesting, curious and beautiful things around us until someone, possibly by accident, points them out to us.