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Walking Back From Finchley...
The Brass Jaw gig was in Finchley on a Sunday afternoon: so I walked there, and I walked back, when I took these photos...
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London Sunrise from Alexandra Palace.
The highest point near my house: sunrise from Alexandra Palace.
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The City, Docklands and the South Shore of the Thames.
The City, Docklands and the south shore of the Thames by sunrise.
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Perivale
The Hoover Building is in Perivale, a western suburb of London. I have been past many times, but I cannot remember ever going to Perivale before.
It was dawn; surprisingly beautiful.
It was dawn; surprisingly beautiful.
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The Hoover Building
Heading west for the wassailling, we drove past the Hoover Building just after sunrise. After the light-industrial mess of the North Circular and the Western Avenue - an unattractive jumble of buildings and hoardings together with a modern sprouting of budget hotels - seeing the art deco grandeur of the Hoover Building was spirit-raising: a beautiful sight.
So I went back early on Monday morning: yet another sunrise...
So I went back early on Monday morning: yet another sunrise...
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Salisbury Cathedral 1.
Going back to posting photographs ... I spent a weekend in Salisbury in October. I took a lot of photographs of the cathedral, almost obsessively.
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Colour at the RFH
For the summer's celebration of the 1951 Festival of Britain, the Royal Festival Hall decorated its fifth floor.
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Thameside
Another walk, from Limehouse to the Tower. To the accompaniment of "Limehouse Blues", of course.
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Southbank
I spend a lot of time at the Southbank Centre - talking in the public space of the Royal Festival Hall, listening to jazz in the Queen Elizabeth Hall - or sitting in late summer sunshine on the garden they erected on the roof of the QEH, as I did in Spetember.
( you guessed it - lots of photos... )
( you guessed it - lots of photos... )
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South Tottenham
When I was at school, the tuck-shop - a student-run, wholly commercial operation - had currant buns from Grodzinski. They were unlike other currant buns (of which I remain fond).
I saw that Grodzinski (and Daughters) still exists. So I walked there, and took some photos on the way. They didn't have the same currant buns - though what they did have were very good.
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I saw that Grodzinski (and Daughters) still exists. So I walked there, and took some photos on the way. They didn't have the same currant buns - though what they did have were very good.
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St Paul's. And around.
I often go to Tate Britain, and sit in the cafe looking at St Paul's, across the river. In winter, you can watch the sun set on the cathedral.
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Wincanton
In the last big freeze - not this one, but a few weeks ago - I walked around Wincanton, in Somerset. With my camera, natch.
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Bath. Last year...
We seem to spend a lot of time in Bath. The city, that is. We were there last weekend, when I took no pictures whatsoever; and we were there for twice last year, too, the first time in September and then again just after Christmas.
The weather was excellent on both occasions. In September, I spent so long on a tour of the abbey tower – including the bells and the rather wonderful clock-works – that I ran out of time to look at the rest of the abbey; I put that right in December.
Bath remains full of gorgeous Georgian architecture, and I took pictures all around the city centre, too.
The blue sky showed off the honeyed sandstone.
The weather was excellent on both occasions. In September, I spent so long on a tour of the abbey tower – including the bells and the rather wonderful clock-works – that I ran out of time to look at the rest of the abbey; I put that right in December.
Bath remains full of gorgeous Georgian architecture, and I took pictures all around the city centre, too.
The blue sky showed off the honeyed sandstone.
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Glasgow. A while back.
Last November, I found myself in Glasgow. I thought I had planned it so I would walk straight onto a train, but in fact I had a couple of hours to spare, so I left my luggage at the station and walked down to the Clyde, and then around the centre of the city. It was a long while since I had been to Glasgow, and it was a beautiful, sunny winter’s afternoon.
Of course, I took some pictures.
Of course, I took some pictures.
