Thursday, January 02, 2014

Dozing, draught and lavender.

1. After lunch, while the rain lashes down outside and the wind thrashes at the walls Alec and I doze in bed.

2. To my astonishment the draught is so strong that it sucks one of Alec's balloons up the chimney.

3. At bathtime, the smell of lavender oil lingering in the hall.

Consolation, Effra and icing.

1. I flee Tunbridge Wells and its water woes for a day of wandering London with my aunt. A bit of Turner, a bit of Constable and some miscel...