Selfie at Westfield Shepherds Bush
Christmas decorations display even in the first week of October, Westfield Shepherds Bush
Visual diary of my week - a set of photos linked by time rather than by place.
Wave spray on Newhaven breakwater
Rainstorm in the South Downs - view from the Seaford shuttle train
Blakers Park, Brighton
Horse chestnut trees in Surrenden Road, Brighton
Rob Amon, classical tenor, busking in Covent Garden market
Trafalgar Square - no tourists
Revisting the entrance to the Cellar Bar of Heaven disco
Lemon fruits ripening in my garden in Hammersmith
Sunset on Terry’s new pond in Preston Park
“Don’t grow up. It’s a trap” so the sign said in Westfield Shepherds Bush as I waited for a coffee with a friend from when we were both BBC staff. That set the tone for my week, bookended at the start by the ever-so-early display of Christmas decorations in Westfield shopping centre: Christmas has long since lost the magic from before I grew up though presents and cards still much appreciated! Storms in Sussex the next day, followed by the beautiful but sad colours of autumn in Brighton. Sad, because that’s another summer gone.
Back to London, a trip out to the West End, enlivened and cheered by hearing classical tenor Rob Amon busking in Covent Garden market, singing Nussun Dorna with all his beautiful tenor voice, unamplified but to a sadly empty space. Trafalgar Square was eerily empty too. Then, refinding the “hidden” entrance to what was Heaven disco’s Cellar bar back in the Eighties, where I would have seen the end of many of my weeks. Somehow we all found where to go and of course never saw it in daylight except on the way out in the summer at 4 am.
But now I’ve grown up (?), home to Hammersmith where my lemon trees are doing fine, the fruits turning from green to yellow as they ripen. Then ending the week with Terry and enjoying the sunset reflected on his new pond.
That was the week that was.