Published > 26th September 2025ๅนด9ๆ26ๆฅ
๐ I think I will let Marcie introduce London. For she is a London cat. She lives in Walthamstow E17. Getting on in years, (13 I think), friendly and always looking for a warm lap. She suggested that we got on the Victoria Line at Walthamstow and head for the Tate Britain Gallery.
No, this isn’t the gallery in the old power station opposite St. Pauls cathedral; this is the original Tate Gallery, ๐๏ธ just down the road from Whitehall and around the corner from St. John’s Smith Square, home to many a top notch concert ๐ผ Amazingly, the gallery is free! The rooms act as a sort of potted history of Britain, as illustrated by the painters of the time. I learned more here than any history lesson at school.
Here is Hogarth’s famous take on the musician trying to practise in 18thc. London……
The Arrival, by Christopher Wynn 1913……
Meredith Framton’s Portrait of a Young Woman 1935….(I don’t like the way she has left the bow on the table – that could be an expensive repair if it fell to the ground)
Which room next?
Just outside the gallery, you get this classic view of Westminster…
๐ And if you hop on a double-decker bus it will take you all the way around Parliament Square and up Whitehall to Trafalgar Square.
It all looked very dignified and civilized…as it should do of course.
๐ But the people in the theatre on the right (otherwise known as The Houses of Parliament), are as often as not, responsible for clouds of hot air, which must escape through the Victorian roof somehow. In the Reichstag in Berlin it is collected in a huge glass dome.
Same place, different atmosphere.…. An Instagram post a few days later…..Our bus had sailed serenly around this peaceful lawn, anointed with statues of Winston Churchill and Mahatma Ghandi…I wonder what the latter would have said about this….
๐ Or about the BBC Scottish Symphony Orchestra’s conductors speech on 11th September at the Proms……..https://www.facebook.com/646295806/videos/pcb.10161501796275807/1243373267544095
๐ Buckingham Palace, true to form, looked suitably stately in the doubtful sunlight….
๐ The BBC Proms ๐ต were still on in our two days in London, so we took the chance to go and hear the Irish Baroque Soloists and Chorus give a performance of Handel’s “Alexander’s Feast”…..
It was a fantastic concert..๐๐๐. Above us, the acoustic shells gleamed down from the dome…
๐ A side note here: Thanks to delays on the Victoria Line we were late for the concert. ๐ Emerging from South Kensington tube Station we were allowed to take the underpass which leads directly to the hall. I say allowed, because they had closed it due to overcrowding. Result? The three of us (Rachel, Tomoko and myself) walked the whole way with one other concert-goer and a man in a hi-vis jacket. A bit eerie to say the least….It took us a long ten minutes to walk this through this underground cavern…๐ป
When we reached the other end it was locked. But the man in the hi-vis jacket (who had been trailing us all the way) nonchalently pulled out a key and pulled back the gridded doorway for us…..Phew ๐ฎโ๐จ!
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๐ On the face of it, the London borough of Walthamstow looks like any other piece of North London.
It is highly multi-cultural, with many a mosque…(I found a parking space in front of one, having driven all the way from Langen)
many an Indian restaurant……
abundant street art….
including Banksy-esque murals like this one….
..and all easily accessible from central London with an Oyster card (although most people just use their phones these days)
๐ Walthamstow also has a gem. The home of William Morris.
Rather like the designs of Edo-era woodblock prints, his patterns (which were also printed from woodblocks) have reached the four corners of the globe. He lived in the 19thc, and, disdaining the heavy Victorian fashions of the time, set out on his own path, eventually setting up his own manufacturing business. Here is a good example of one of his fabric patterns….
In his house…..
He is still very much there today….
Well worth a visit!
Here’s what Wiki says….https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/William_Morris
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๐ The train to Sussex leaves London via Blackfriars bridge…
…..and weaves its way through the backyards of Southwark…narrowly missing Southwark Cathedral…..
…passing modern offices in Victorian buildings, chimney pots of 19thc. tenements turned chic, and a fleeting glimpse of St. Pauls cathedral dome…….
๐ Sussex is my homeland – my Furusato, if you like. Happily our stay at old friends Lucilla and Graeme coincides with my birthday. It must be many years since I was treated to a real cake and candles – not to mention the cornet solo to accompany it ๐บ!
๐ What is there to see in Sussex? Well you would not go far wrong on a rainy day than explore the bizarre town of Brighton. You arrive on a curve at the station. The site was a challenge for Victorian engineers, but of course they managed it….
Stepping out from the forecourt you are met by the cry of seagulls and a stiff wind from the sea. But before descending into town…. what is this?…not another one….!
Underneath the station a rather dubious tunnel reveals a secret : The Brighton Toy and Model Museum. What a treasure trove! All those toy cars and games from my young days..Meccano…Lego….trains….costumes from TV serials…Here are a few impressions….
๐ Descending the hill down to the sea we find another quirky place. A palace that Queen Victoria did not like and wanted pulled down. The marvellously extravagant and decadent Royal Pavilion, built by her predecessor, George IV, in the early years of the 19thc. This was the era of colour – new pigments were available, notably Prussion Blue from Germany and Chrome Yellow from Australia.
George spared no expense and employed these colours in his fantastical scheme – to build a crazy palace with an Indian exterior ……
and a Chinese-themed interior.
Thank goodness the City of Brighton bought it in 1850, allowing us to stroll through it today……
There is also some genuine Chinese art…
You can have a bit of fun here too…..
…exploring colours….
It took a hint from one my young people to get the obvious reference here…….๐๏ธ
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yKNxeF4KMsY
๐ As you can see from this old print, the palace used to have a view of the sea…..
๐ In the 1840s, a writer visiting Brighton observed that it was a lively, showy and carefree place, with lots of ballroom dancing. His actual words are displayed here in neon pink. The English language may have changed in the meantime, but his message fits the Brighton today 100% โบ๏ธ.
The old prints give a hint of the seas experienced here. That has not changed….
And there is still one pier standing….
After the rain a rainbow graces the sky……
….a stroll along the seafront……
and down to the beach….
There is no sand here, but the pebbles make a nice crunchy noise underfoot, with deposits left by the waves…
And here is George again….reappearing in the Lanes…..
Aaah!….Brighton…….
And so ends an August in England…no wait…next week we finally wrap up with Chichester. A beautiful old town in West Sussex.
Well, that’s all for now. Thank you for reading, and feel free to forward on to anyone who might be interested.
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