‘Excuse me, can you tell me how to get to Sherlock Holmes’ house?’ Only one of the most famous men in England: detective genius, fastidious dresser, eccentric individual. The very one who has his statue outside Baker Street Station.
We all remember the ditty ‘Oranges and Lemons, the Bells of St. Clements … tra la la, la la. Back in the day these were like gold, to be treasured and savoured as one would your favourite latte today.
Henry VII built a Palace at Kew in the 16th Century, in Richmond. I can imagine the men leave for a day’s hunting in Richmond Park, returning with boar, stag and deer for a feast. The garden grew from those
Strawberry Hill – Gothic Castle Magicland Despite the brisk breeze, a visit to Strawberry Hill, now cloaked in Spring, was the perfect Saturday morning venture. Admittedly a little reluctant, simply because Gothic is not my favourite Architectural genre, but I
Now and then some special crosses my path. Today, it was Mary who came into the building. I have met Mary before, she beguiled me with stories of her Church choir and before blinking I found myself promising to
Ironic that both the cities I love the most, boast of a V&A. Both allude to Victoria and Albert. On the one hand, the Victoria and Alfred on the Waterfront in Cape Town, a spectacular development of hotels,
‘I wandered lonely as a cloud That floats on high o’er vales and hills, When all at once I saw a crowd, A host, of golden daffodils; Beside the lake, beneath the trees, Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.’
At times I crave the gentleness of life. I need to find a place far from the hustle and bustle of Oxford Street and be enthralled by Art and a respite in a soothing corner of London. Could this be