Last week I went back to the UK, to see one son settled in at university, to pick up another (furry) son, to sort out some final admin, see friends again and of course also go to the One OK Rock concert in London. Sadly, I didn’t get any tickets for the sumo wrestling at the Royal Albert Hall, but it was a productive and fun trip nevertheless. Lots of pictures to follow in this post, and then normal book reviewing blogging will resume at last.
My son was not convinced by my assertion that Cambridge is one of the driest places in the UK, since it has been drizzling ever since he got there – and it did the whole time I was there with him. Nevertheless, autumn on the Backs is lovely!
I had to admit that my son’s college is more conventionally pretty (classically beautiful), but it was such a delight to be back in my beloved Wolfson.
I was less impressed with my return to Maidenhead, where the England and Union Jack flags are still flying all over the place for no (proper) reason at all
What can I say? One of my favourite bands and the first time I saw them live: a dream come true
The way I like the Union Jack – with fan signatures and messages and wrapped all around Taka
Took the opportunity to see the Lee Miller exhibition at Tate Britain (it was completely sold out that day, but luckily I’m still a member). Was expecting to see some of her most famous photos as a war correspondent, but this one of a soprano singing in the ruins of the Vienna Opera House did surprise me
As did this one entitled: You will not lunch in Charlotte Street today (1940). I had just dined the previous evening with a friend in Charlotte Street – a new Portuguese restaurant Luso, highly recommend it by the way, though pricey
And I had no idea Lee Miller had been several times to Romania. This photo shows the ‘Walking the Bear’ tradition (nowadays used as an expression for ‘get lost’)
I also had a look at the Edward Burra exhibition, since it was the final day for it.
Then, yesterday, both Kasper and I had the longest day: non-stop in car, airport, airplane, train, underground for over 9 hours (flight back to Berlin via Frankfurt). It all went very smoothly, thanks to Kasper’s impeccable behaviour, but, understandably, we were both exhausted after all that.
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