Back home….

Young Lady of the House and I have just returned from a short trip last week to London. It was partly Charity Board Meeting and partly pleasure. The journey south was a 4 1/2 hour, on-time  journey by Virgin Pendolino Train, and thankfully you can specify a ‘Quiet’ coach, where mobiles are forbidden. Staff were courteous, and information helpful…to be recommended.

I had stayed at the Kensington Close Hotel  over thirty years ago, and it had retained its glory, even clad with scaffolding. Accomodation was adequate, but the continental breakfast was just not worth the extra money (not included in the rate)….it would have been better to have found a little local cafe, but of course we could not be bothered.

That evening we went walking on Kensington High Street, and found an excellent restaurant named Carluccio’s. The food and attention were excellent, and it was only later that we discovered it was owned by Antonio Carluccio, the TV Chef. A walk along to the beautifully-lit Albert hall and Albert Memorial finished off a lovely evening.

The meeting took up most of the next day and returning to the hotel found us caught-up in the problems of the Central Subway Line closed off with no real warning, and jammed carriages on all other lines. The evening saw us drawn to another Italian Restaurant but it employed rip-off techniques to extract a lot of money for an average meal…it was our fault, we should have looked at the prices outside.

On Thursday we booked-out and walked to the V and A Museum….free entry for a suggested donation. Too big to take in on one visit, but the beautifully-decorated restaurant is to be recommended. Along to Harrods, where we had to leave any cases or bags, at a charge of £3 per bag, and £1 per coat! We saw the lovely statue dedicated to Dodi and Princess Di (Subtitled ‘The Innocent Victims’), and then tramped through some of the famous halls, feeling distinctly scruffy and under-dressed! The amount of beautiful furniture kept implying that our house should be torn down and re-built with a new vision. The Arcade proved a bit of fun with a return to a childhood delight in large teddies, telephone-box savings-banks, pencil-cases, chocolate, t-shirts with views of London, and of course the famous Harrods shopping-bags. 

A superb pixzza at The Spaghetti House and another on-time trip north by Virgin trains finished an interesting if exhausting trip south……but it was indeed super to get back to the relative peace of North of the Border.

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10 years on…

The remembrance of the death of Princess must have stirred up emotions of some kind in most of us. These were just a few of mine….

  • The realisation of how short 10 years are, in this one-way street called life
  • How suddenly life can be changed for a large number of people in a flash
  • A communal outpouring of grief, or any other emotion is much larger than the sum of its parts
  • The power of a piece of music like ‘In Paradisum’ from the Faure Requiem
  • The effect that we, as individuals, have on our friends and colleagues, or society in general, may never be known to us, but we will certainly be judged, not necessarily during our own life, but certainly later. By then it is too late to change anything!

What emotions did you have, reliving 10 years ago?