Photography
The best camera is the one you have in your hand. Quite so just now, finding myself unexpectedly in London’s West End and avoiding the rush hour crush entering Oxford Circus tube station, the obvious alternative is to walk down Carnaby Street to Piccadilly Circus.
What’s more, Carnaby Street lights are more interesting than the rather staid and comparatively dim Christmas lights strung between the big name shops in Regent Street and Oxford Street.
A “proper” camera with a tripod would have got a different result...
Sheffield Park is renowned for its autumn colours, not just the oaks and beeches but many acers and other exotic trees. Several giant sequoias and some interesting mushrooms. It's great to revisit time and time again though the traffic queues are an indication of its popularity, as well as the lack of alternative recreation in this increasingly crowded region
A short walk this afternoon from here in West Kensington (W14) to Kensington (W8) to visit Edwardes Square garden. There are blue plaques around the square registering famous residents: Goldsworthy Lowes Dickinson (no. 11), Ugo Foscolo (no. 19) and Frankie Howard (no. 27).
The garden is private to the residents of the square but was open to the public exceptionally under the National Gardens Access scheme.
The daffodils are past their best but many of the other colours are just starting.
Salad of charcuterie with edible flowers from Terry’s garden, grown by him from seeds. And a clafoutis of mirabelles (yellow cherries/plums/prunes) from my parents’ garden in Long Ashton, Bristol. Each dish prepared by Terry and enjoyed outdoors by us both.
