I’m back, and I’ve ever so much to say! First of all, London felt like slipping my hand into an old, comfortable leather glove. I mean it felt familiar despite my long absence from it. I did live in London for a couple of summers a long time ago. Apart from a year living in Cambridge, the rest of the time I lived in England (six years total back in *gasp* the 1970’s), was out in the boonies in the countryside. See sample image below (taken from the train somewhere between Thetford and Ely:
I’ll no doubt slip into British English whilst writing during the next few days. The Brit way of speaking is different to ours, and it expedites one’s journey when one converses as the locals do. I realise I risk sounding like an insufferable snob. Do bear with me.
Oxford Street, London. I’m a big fan of Marks and Spencer (or Marks and Sparks as it is sometimes known). It’s a nostalgia thing. When I was a kid at RAF Lakenheath, it was a big treat to go to the Marks and Spencer in Bury St. Edmunds.
The Marks and Spencer’s (aerial view here) in Oxford Street, known as Pantheon Store.
One doesn’t plan one’s travel photos, but I’ve ended up with a sequence of mannequins:
Man resting with mannequins in Marks and Spencer.
Employees with mannequin, Liberty of London (with apologies; it’s a bit dark).
Fox’s in Covent Garden, purveyor of theatre make-up and wigs.
I was traveling with my 77 year-old father, who is not well and had some difficulty moving around. We took it slow and rode the bus a lot (avoiding the stairs involved with riding the Tube).
London is a heaving mass of urbanity, a very fast moving place. We walked like a floating stick stuck in the fast moving river, waters of people moving round us post haste.
Regent Street. Not a particularly good example of what I just said.
A Prius on Regent Street. Price to register a Prius (per year): 15 pounds. No nasty congestion charge either. Price to register an SUV type vehicle (per year): approx. 950 pounds.
A few more snaps of London:
Bobbies and their gear.
Narrow misses a daily event on Oxford Street.
The interior of Liberty of London. I love to pop in just to see the architecture.
Rugs in Liberty.
Bacon, egg and sausage butty. A veritable salt-lick but reasonably priced at Tyburn of Wetherspoon.
I went to the Tate Modern and headed first for the 7th floor cafe. Talk about a room with a view…
That’s the Millenium Bridge in the foreground.
One can always tell when the Olympics are in the offing—the presence of construction cranes dotting the skyline.
More Old Blighty tomorrow. I’m knackered. So nice to see you again.
5 thoughts on “Old Blighty (Part One)”
Woot a hoot!
WELCOME BACK! Missed you!!!!!!
Take me back to dear Old Blighty
By the way, THANK YOU for the Doctor Who magazine and the TARDIS piggy bank. Will be putting batteries in it tonight!
You got AP a tardis piggy bank? And damn…If I had thought of it I would have given you the money for 2 kilos of Harrods Blend 49, which in my not so humble opinion is the best coffee on the planet.
Welcome back, can’t wait to see more of your journey. Better….put them up on flickr