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Monday, 25 January 2010

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How brave you both are to go walking while the landscape, the weather and the light are so poor! And since you will mention your walking companion for the forthcoming 18 months or so, I hope he will show up on the comments side of the blog from time to time, and have his own say. It is quite interesting to have two points of view, and people sometimes notice very different aspects of the same event or fact.

In the last picture, what is quite puzzling, according to me, is the shape of the middle tree (the one with a bush at its bottom); it's a perfectly bowed tree, if my eyes are not deceiving me!


I once lived in a house like the one in the photo back when I was still in London.

In fact the sky was utterly colourless and dead, but bright: the colour of dead fishes' eyes - so I have put a bluey-grey in some of the pix to give a little contrast. Arty endeavours in the last picture have produced a result both unreal and deeply unconvincing. I do apologise - it was not Judgement Day when we walked round!

An interesting description of a part of London I know nothing about. Intrigued by the colours in your last photograph of Park Wood!

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  • Nothing is of greater consolation to the author of a novel than the disovery of readings he had not conceived but which are then prompted by his readers. (Umberto Eco, Reflections on The Name of the Rose)
  • ... relatively few persons in London ... can afford the luxury of one or more servants. No fewer than 3,700,000 have no servants at all, and of the half million that have servants 227,000 have only one. (The Times, 6 June 1895)
  • Standing among savage scenery, the hotel offers stupendous revelations. There is a French widow in every bedroom, affording delightful prospects. (Tyrolean inn brochure, according to Gerard Hoffnung)
  • (A doctor is at an elderly relative's deathbed) "The old sawbones, eh?" he bellowed ... "Just in the nick, perhaps. Haul the old girl back by the short hairs, if you ask me. Devilish smart at his work ... Always take a fence with more confidence when I know he's out with us."
  • Too often, when a man of Monty Godkin's mental powers is plunged in thought, nothing happens at all. The machinery just whirs for a while, and that is the end of it. (P G Wodehouse, Heavy Weather)
  • ...the breed that take their pleasures as Saint Laurence took his grid (Kipling, The Five nations)

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