Ma thinks she’ll call then Victoria and Albert. I suggested we call them Albert and Ernest (after the Prince Consort and his elder brother), as they’re bound to be both boys!
OK – this shot is slightly fuzzy (like the bear) – but in our increasingly police state, even teddies have to carry ID. Gone are the days when a young fellow-me-bear could just turn up with a packet of marmalade sarnies. Poor old Paddington would have had his seams unpicked and found himself on the next plane back to Peru!
[On a serious note check out the NO2ID site – and find out why this really isn’t a matter for complacency]
This is Bodiam Castle – when I grew out of children’s parties (for which my Mum sewed me long party dresses – how times have changed!), I always chose a trip to Bodiam.
The castle was built (or rather a house extended and fortified) to repel pirate raids. As the sea has receded it’s hard to imagine that this was in dangerous territory – although the WW2 tank trap is a reminder that invasion was feared not that long ago (although with a sodding big castle, why do you need a tank trap?).
[The Boy tells me that this is because a tank would “Blow the shit out of the castle”.]
And if that wasn’t enough – there’s this magnificent Laudian font.
…snooty lions (outside the FitzWilliam)…
It’s been rather strange – I lived there for about four years, leaving ten and a half years ago. It’s the first time I’ve been back for an extended period rather than a quick trip, and I found myself a stranger there, not a flicker of belonging. It was very dislocating, until I allowed myself just to play tourist.
At this time of year, my dear friend Gwen (loved by so many), made lavender bags. I’ve spent the last little while making bags of my own, and remembering her – the many happy times we had, and how much she loved lavender.
It seems apt that lavender was traditionally one of the colours worn during half-mourning. The smell will always remind me of Gwen.