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Since my illness, I’ve been feeling temperature changes quite a bit. Today is no exception. Certainly I think it’s colder.
It certainly is, BBM - 12 degs max, and feeling a lot colder, not being used to these lower temperatures, and the psychological effect of dreary grey skies! I had to go over to W Norwood earlier on, and decided to make my return journey via the climb up to the "other" TV mast at the far end of the ridge, and from there back by way of the Upper Norwood triangle and C Palace Parade, just to warm myself up. Some prat in the traffic queue behind me was repeatedly beeping us to get a move on with the right turn, when the traffic lights indicator was still on red! There is a CCTV camera at that spot, but unfortunately it doesn't record sound.
Feeling warm from MRSBBM’s cooking. Getting ready for lunch later. We go to my elderly mother’s place three times a week to give her lunch and stay and chat for a couple of hours, with a cuppa. She doesn’t live far away.
Today, rain till around elevenses time I think, then should be ok after that. Quite honestly, I’m really fed up with the rain.
Don’t cry for me
I go where music was born
J S Bach 1685-1750
It certainly is, BBM - 12 degs max, and feeling a lot colder, not being used to these lower temperatures, and the psychological effect of dreary grey skies! I had to go over to W Norwood earlier on, and decided to make my return journey via the climb up to the "other" TV mast at the far end of the ridge, and from there back by way of the Upper Norwood triangle and C Palace Parade, just to warm myself up. Some prat in the traffic queue behind me was repeatedly beeping us to get a move on with the right turn, when the traffic lights indicator was still on red! There is a CCTV camera at that spot, but unfortunately it doesn't record sound.
Pity you don’t have a camera on your cycle helmet!
It was a dull and misty day this morning. Turned int blue skies!
Don’t cry for me
I go where music was born
J S Bach 1685-1750
Today probably being my last chance of a cycle ride to favourite haunts in decent conditions, I have just now got back: Herne Hill -> Brixton -> Clapham Common -> Battersea Bridge - > Earl's Court (childhood neighbourhood until I was 12) -> Fulham and Kings Road -> Battersea Bridge, then back more-or-less by the same route in reverse: about 17 miles in all. In Chelsea I tried to re-trace the walk we schoolchildren used to make to the bomb-damaged St Luke's Church in Sydney Street, which I remembered in the late 1940s as just an open roofless burned out shell surrounded by rough ground and lots of gravestones, many also badly damaged. Surrounded now by neat gardens, the elegant church, with its Strawberry Hill-esque features, has now been beautifully restored for a good many years, and I peered through the glass entrance at the western end on a stately nave, lined on each side with columns in a very late Perpendicular imitation that must have either been highly unusual for the date (1819) or a very early ecclesiastical example of the Gothic Revival. Tea and cakes were quietly being taken by mostly pensioner-age people at a small group of tables in the extended portico entrance, but I joined a little elderly lady of 91 wearing a brown knitted hat with a pink felt heart sown onto the front for a spot of reminiscing about - in her case - a Hackney childhood and wartime evacuation to Devon; and in mine, christmases at the family business in Poplar. On the way back I stopped and sat on the front steps of the house we'd lived in up to 1958, musing on how much the area has been cleaned up and poshified.
Today probably being my last chance of a cycle ride to favourite haunts in decent conditions, I have just now got back: Herne Hill -> Brixton -> Clapham Common -> Battersea Bridge - > Earl's Court (childhood neighbourhood until I was 12) -> Fulham and Kings Road -> Battersea Bridge, then back more-or-less by the same route in reverse: about 17 miles in all. In Chelsea I tried to re-trace the walk we schoolchildren used to make to the bomb-damaged St Luke's Church in Sydney Street, which I remembered in the late 1940s as just an open roofless burned out shell surrounded by rough ground and lots of gravestones, many also badly damaged. Surrounded now by neat gardens, the elegant church, with its Strawberry Hill-esque features, has now been beautifully restored for a good many years, and I peered through the glass entrance at the western end on a stately nave, lined on each side with columns in a very late Perpendicular imitation that must have either been highly unusual for the date (1819) or a very early ecclesiastical example of the Gothic Revival. Tea and cakes were quietly being taken by mostly pensioner-age people at a small group of tables in the extended portico entrance, but I joined a little elderly lady of 91 wearing a brown knitted hat with a pink felt heart sown onto the front for a spot of reminiscing about - in her case - a Hackney childhood and wartime evacuation to Devon; and in mine, christmases at the family business in Poplar. On the way back I stopped and sat on the front steps of the house we'd lived in up to 1958, musing on how much the area has been cleaned up and poshified.
Good sunny day here today. With luck today if no rain it will be the first rain clear day since September 21st.
I fear it's downhill once more after tomorrow; we're looking at possible gales on Friday, and then a spell of cold northerlies to take us into November.
It's been pleasant today - plenty of sun, dry, and mild despite quite a breeze in the morning. Picked the last of the dahlias, colourful peony leaves, and a stray late planted gladiolus, plus some sprigs of various salvias, gaura and grass flowerhead to brighten the house. The cool weather and copious rain has produced quite a bonus of late flowering, and also brought back to life some plants which I thought had succumbed to the drought.
V.cold over night - actually at about 9 p.m. last night frost on car roofs outside, BUT this a.m..........erm....no sign.
Some sun p.m., but now cold, wind sneaking in and feels wintry.
When I set out on my walk there was a blanket of cloud, through which however the sun was trying to shine. By the time I was walking back from the supermarket it had turned into a fine day.
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