On Saturday afternoon ChrisC and I hopped on the 65 bus. It runs from Ealing Broadway down to Richmond; I use it reasonably often. However, on Saturday we elected to stay on it all the way to its terminus at Kingston-upon-Thames just to see what Kingston was like.

( Kingston and Richmond Park )

On Sunday, I took myself off for a walk down Uxbridge Road to frolic among the fleshpots and poundshops of West Ealing. I actually wanted to buy a small, flip-top plastic bin. I failed utterly, but I discovered a whole new fruit.

( New fruit! Kinda... )

I spent quite a lot of Saturday afternoon bimbling vaguely around central London. The only really fixed points in the itinerary were Postcard Teas, and Arigato, the Japanese supermarket on Brewer Street. However, I was derailed before I even started... as the tube pulled into Bayswater, ChrisC suddenly said "Let's go to the Bagpuss Shop! Jump ( Read more... )

I've been wandering in London again. Mostly in Greenwich, where I was delighted to discover that the Observatory is free. Maybe it's some kind of reward for people who manage to walk all the way up the hill to get there ( Read more... )

Saturday saw me ambling over to Smithfield to peer at John Squire's most recent batch of artworks. He seems to have left his splattery, Pollocky period behind and entered a blobby, organic, bacteria and jellybean period. Actually, experts tell me that there was at least one other period in between, but I missed it completely. I don't go a bundle on ( Read more... )