loitering in London

on Monday i escaped the broom closet at the Anchor [VERY different to the light and airy room they use to illustrate their website]

felt a bit Potterish

but the proprietess [?] kindly brought me onion skins for the class

so tis mostly forgiven

unusually i had a day "off"

so i decided to wander

somehow i found myself at the Garden Museum

[near the Lambeth Bridge]

 

there i discovered the tomb of the Tradescant family, famous gardeners and collectors of plants

the Museum garden was home to the flowers that had been popular in their time

i sat on a bench amidst a fragrant cloud of lily-of-the-valley and happily painted splodgy watercolours

[mind you, no splodgier than those of Le Corbusier whose life is presently under examination in an exhibition at the Barbican centre ]

after a time i wandered on heading west along the Thames. near the Vauxhall bridge i came upon a small ramp where access to the shingle was possible

my feathered friends watched as i collected fragments of flint, blue-and-white porcelain, blue glass, perfect pocket pebbles and [oh delight] a pearl button