Flowers of England

I am no Audobon but here you go . . .

Mary, Mary, quite contrary,
How does your garden grow?
With silver bells, and cockle shells,
And pretty maids all in a row

Bath Abbey

I found Willoughby's grave again, a constant reminder that I've got only five years left to make a proper impact on the world. To see the climbing angels of Bath Abbey is more frightening than ever before, now that I've seen 'Blink'.

Brown's Hotel

And Sir John Soane's Museum—





Some sun in London Town. Surprising.

On Blogging

I am less interested in writing about clothes now than I was a year ago. Posts about my ordinary days and people-less travel photographs garner less comments than my principal venture A Plus B in the Sea but I still do it. Perhaps turning twenty-three makes me yearn for more lifestyle than before.