Lost in Translation

Well, it snowed off and on for most of the day in London yesterday, and today the sun has struggled through for a total of ten minutes.

 But at least that gives the heart a little boost.


I took a long walk in Fulham and came across my lovely yarn shop, all shuttered and gone. ;(

bye bye STASH.


I found a cute new restaurant, but something got lost in translation. I can't imagine many women being keen on a meal here.


So then I visited my favorite graveyard. Some very old souls at large.


and some heartbeaking stories...

the mum died at 22, and her baby died a short four months later.


And then, just steps away, a beautiful sculpture of mother and child.


It made me think, after the Giacometti "walking man" fetched 109 million dollars at auction the other day, that we should now call this "walking woman" and celebrate Helen Sinclair.



And then.... spring??


The UK has always seemed a great combination of longsuffering patience, and great humor and hardiness. Brits are great at Queuing (and drinking) and laughing at adversity. Hence the hardy flowers, growing green.


My favorite part of the excursion? the prayer board at all Saints Church.


I'm sure this guy meant it in all the best ways...


Best to keep the river on your right, and keep walking.

Off to Bob Harris at the BBC this afternoon.




Music in the HOUSE!
    posted 2020-07-15

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    posted 2019-04-29

I Love the Dentist
    posted 2018-11-06

Balloon Girl
    posted 2018-10-08

West Coast Journal
    posted 2017-10-24

Home Stretch
    posted 2017-06-07

Hashtag Kitchen
    posted 2017-03-09

This very old house
    posted 2016-12-13

The Big Move
    posted 2016-12-01

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