Sometimes London is  hard work. Especially getting about. You get up and think, how about going to the V&A or Regents Park, or the River  and then you imagine all the people on the tube and the crowds everywhere, and the  loud European students and the  blocks of tourists who don’t know where they are going, standing still at  all the entrances and just by the doors, and the school trips in the museums and at the zoo, so if you are feeling a bit tired, you think, actually I would rather just stay local and have a cuppa in my manor, my village… I’ll go to Holloway instead. I have just started reading a book that a dear friend gave me called….wait for it. The Days and Nights of London Now – As Told by Those Who Love it, Hate it, Live it, Left it and Long for it. LONDONERS – by a Canadian Londoner called Craig Taylor (Granta).  The book is full of interviews, I read the first 50 pages yesterday, but am finding it a really inspiring and poignant read. Whether I will be able to sit still long enough to read it all….let’s see.

Today I woke up and felt the need to live in a small community by the sea with a good health food shop, fruit and veg shop, butchers, charity shop, book shop and tea shop.  It usually  happens when I have a little window to think in between working mostly all the time. Ah well. You never know what will be just around the corner if you write what you are thinking , then say aloud what you are writing , then act…..Right oh. Back to the clutter clearing.

SONG OF THE DAY – Our House – Crosby, Stills, Nash and Young

Gulp, little lump in the throat when I hear this song.

Singing in the Barn

Singing in the country and then back to the city! Blue skies all day in the country!

blue skies...smiling on me

I spent time travelling around on trains and buses and cars, no tandems or horses..shame!

Home now, and on the sofa and I am not gonna move unless it is really necessary. Upstairs has his industrial sewing machine on, so up for a lovely relaxing evening in front of the tv with the humming of the machinist in the background! Deep Joy.

Baker Street

I am always amazed that people out of the city have to spend so much time in their cars, and have to thank them so much for shunting this urban non-driver from motel to eco-conference centre to railway station. It does sort of make me mad that in the city we can get around on public transport and then out of town people NEED cars as the public transport is so rubbish , and it’s completely chicken and egg.

prisoner of the white lines of the freeway

SONG OF THE DAY This song came to me as I was driven down a motorway..’prisoner of the white lines of the freeway’