On our way home from our trip to the north, we spent two days in London.
Ah, Waterloo Sunset remains one of my favourite songs ever. I have been an Anglophile since about age 12 so it is a thrill to me to see to see familiar place names. Below: London from Waterloo Bridge. I would love to see the inside of that round set of windows near the top right.
Above, private gardens between row houses, with a private park in the centre. I remember having a raging migraine during this afternoon walk, so I have more memories of interesting peeks through iron gates than photos of same.
I think the Shakespeare’s Head is where we met a friend named Kevin O’Donnel. He had befriended us while visiting Seattle and we would now visit him in his home, which I recall was in Brixton (another music reference for me by the Clash, whose song Guns of Brixton made me a little scared to go to the neighbourhood…but it was fine).
Or perhaps we met at The Old Shades pub…which may or may not be a Georgette Heyer reference, she who, along with Jane Austen, was a favourite author of my old friend Bryan.
Below, Wyndham’s Theatre, showing The Secret of Sherlock Holmes with Jeremy Brett and Edward Hardwicke from the Mystery! Sherlock Holmes series; we went that evening. It cost nine pounds and fifty p.
I had read an article in the New Yorker about off-beat galleries to visit in London, so here we were at the One-Off.
Here is a photo of Chris in the gallery; up til now you have just seen his back in photos.
And there ends a wonderful trip to England. Some relationship problems have remained as faint memories, some still sharp, but the pleasure of traveling with a Leedsman has remained as a very good memory.

























