What a bustling, busy city London is, I'm glad to be back to the relative peace of our little Duchy. I will not moan about our traffic again ........ well yes of course I will. The workers all look so tired and stressed as they cram onto the tube and buses heading for far away homes. Others are packing the bars for after work drinks, fighting to get served, spilling out onto the streets with loud chatter, living life as if their days are numbered. Along the rivers and parks, lycra clad joggers sweat and puff their way painfully along as if being chased. Even recreation and leisure activities are done at full competitive pace. It's no wonder so many make the decision to move out of the cities for a more sedate pace as they become exhausted by this city life.
I love to visit London, I love the thrill of the city, but I could never live there. Maybe when I was younger, but I made my life in the County of my ancestors and don't regret it for a moment. It was a wonderful place to bring up our children. They may not have had the Science and History Museums on their doorsteps, but they had the beaches as their playgrounds. Picking them up from school and heading down to the beach for a bbq, staying until it got dark, the freedom to run wild in nature, that was the childhood I wanted them to have.
We have been to London many times so don't feel we have to rush around seeing the sights, we choose a few things we would like to do. If we don't manage it we just put it on the list for another time. This time some of the things on my list were ticked off, others I didn't manage, but thankfully I made it to Liberty. What a beautiful special place it is, of course the first place I head for is the fabric, but I did stop to take photos of the beautiful building for those who have not been lucky enough to visit. It has real character and creakier stairs than we do.
I wasn't tempted to buy one of these funnily enough.
Fabric
Fabric
and more fabric (and yes I did buy some)
I loved this evil looking cat
What about the Bourbon Blues? We went to the great Scarfes Bar in Holborn which is full of Gerald Scarfe satirical cartoons, live music and delicious cocktails. Now I know what you are thinking, but no I didn't have too many, just the one but I stupidly didn't think about what was in it. It was the gluten in the Bourbon that did for me. Leaving me out of action most of Saturday and too scared to eat anything on Sunday.
More of our London adventure on my next post.
Chickpea xx
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