Busy Days

Life has been busy here, very enjoyable, but busy.   No time to write blogs.    

Last week, Moira visited, and then Isabel came, together with the dogs, Bobbi and Jezzie, and the lizard, Jeff.   Great times.   We loved it.

A visit to Chartwell, with Moira, on a beautiful sunny day.   Unfortunately we could not visit the house, all timed visits were booked for the day.

 But, we were not disappointed.   It was such a beautiful day for wandering around the lovely gardens.

Moira and me, looking happy, and colour co-ordinated.

 After a drive around the Weald in Kent, we stopped at the village of Chiddingstone, always a picturesque place, with lovely memories of great lunches and walks in the area.

The entrance to the church.

It was very difficult to take a photograph, without a car getting in the way.  

 Another day out, last Saturday.   This time it was into London for a walk along the South Bank, from London Bridge Station to Charing Cross Station.   Another beautiful sunny day, and the normally quiet area was teeming with people, out for lunch, or just enjoying the area, as they walked along the pedestrianised paths and roads.  

The Shard, rising above the buildings.

 Hays Galleria, a very remarkable place, with a metal and glass roof connecting the two buildings.  Many years ago these buildings would have been storage buildings for the wharf at the front.

 Isabel enjoyed playing with the jets of water, in the fountain.  Luckily she managed to avoid getting wet.

 Pig on the spit, dead of course, at Borough Market.   Normally when we walk through the market during the week there are only a few stalls, and hardly any people.   On Saturday, on market day, it was packed with stalls and people.   So much so, it was difficult to walk through.

Our packed lunch, sandwiches and fruit, eaten in the sunshine.

 We went past many significant places, including the replica of the Golden Hind and the Globe, plus many regenerated areas, some new buildings and some restored buildings.  And afternoon tea in the Tate Gallery.   All very fascinating.

This was the first time I had noticed the old railway bridge bases in the river.   Always something new to discover.

 The skateboarding area, with amazing graffiti on the walls.

 Finally, Charing Cross Station.  And home.

 This weekend we are now on our own, and time to lie on my new lounger, in the shade, reading a book.   Practising for the south of France.