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Well - I have to jump right into the puddle - writing, I mean - otherwise I have those lots and lots of things I want to tell you - but the good intention becomes the victim of perfectionism (as in "I shall tell about the Chelsea Flower Show first!") but I don't feel like it at the moment (though it was absolutely gorgeous!!!!)
And if I start to complain about the cold and the rain (and my envy about people wearing their winter coats and funny knitted caps - they were warm!) it is, as we say in Germany, also "snow from yesterday" - because today it was HOT! (And, to be fair: on Saturday at the Flower Show too, and the day when Anne and I were in Kensington Garden too; most of the people were lying on the green, green grass (a very posh gentleman in his immaculate suit, with a golden wristwatch and very fine shoes was lying for half an hour while speaking into his cellphone - all the time - but the sun even shone on him. Anne and I had the time to look at him because we recovered from the tour through the Kensington Palace, a wonderful meal in the Orangerie, and an extensive walk through the park).
YES, we have seen so much (this was not the programme for the whole day, oh no!) - and my friend is even more energetic than I (and she had only four days for a stay, so one day when we came back from Richmond, visiting her friend who proudly showed us her working place, the complete German school and its surroundings, and seeing polo players and walking miles along a lovely misty river Thames, then visiting the House of Ham, and then (!) Hampton Court, in and out, and then - coming back to Earl's Court, where our hotel was - she asked: "And what are we doing now?"
By and by I will tell you - but not now, as you might get tired.
Anne is back in Germany, and I am in Battersea now, and when I came back this evening the visiting sister of my lovely landlady and her niece said unisono: "So you are Britta - we heard of the many things you do and see - wonderful!"
Well - if you are in London now and see a tall slim woman running up the endless escalators of the tube - yes, the one in the leather jacket and a dark blue skirt and ballerinas (sign of how sensible I have become!), a pink little scarf and a dark-pink umbrella - that's me!
That's you... Yes, I leave for Bremerhaven on the 9th.
ReplyDeleteYou think the weather will be better over there?
DeleteSuch a lot of 'back story ' there, Britta - not fair to tantalise your readers! I look forward to more, but in the meantime do stay warm/cool/dry/well-hydrated!
ReplyDeleteThank you - I'll do my best! A real lecture in the 'Art to adapt easily' - or equanimity. "We just walk and get wet", people in Portland told our son, when he asked them very astonished what they will do when it rains - as they didn't take an umbrella with them.
DeleteYou've got me feeling nostalgic for London (this, I must admit, is quite easy to do!) - the tube signs, the greenery (so many trees), etc. - even the rain.
ReplyDeleteYes, London is a phenomenon - it gets under your skin. So many contrasts - so much very vivid life!
DeleteI went this year as part of a garden tour and LOVED it but it was COLD and wet. But if I still luffed it all x
ReplyDeleteDear Faux Fzchsia,
ReplyDeleteI was on Saturday at the Chelsea Flower Show, so we were quite lucky with the weather. And this week-end - I was 2 days in London Open Garden Squares - was fine too. But I suffered on the days you are speaking of...