A stray wasp or a bee at Motspur Park feeding, or at least trying to feed, on the ivy flowers. Attracted, perhaps by the stink, my memory being that ivy flowers do.
Two new chimneys rising up over Battersea Power Station, leaving just one to do. It remains a mystery to me why the heritage people think that rebuilding the chimneys of a not very old power station is a good use of funds. Or is it really just a handbag, as it were, to bash the foreign property speculators with?
Not many Bullingdons on the ramp at Waterloo, but there was one for me, on which I pedaled off to the Hop Exchange for a spot of Poacher. Looked at the Double Gloucester, and went as far as tasting, but declined as it was a bit dry compared with the good stuff we once bought off a lorry in Cirencester Market. The same town where I bought my raincoat before last, that is to say the one that I am wearing now. Passed on apples.
The second Bullingdon of the day took me from the Hop Exchange to Finsbury Leisure Centre, passing a flat bed with some very large rebars, maybe two inches or more in diameter. Never seen anything so big before, at least not at close quarters. Then arrived at the Leisure Centre Stand (busy with several five-a-side football games going on over the fence) to be invited by a smartly dressed Mini to a spot of cognitive hypnotherapy. Not quite enough of the instructions visible to be sure which of the many offerings google turns up is this one: clearly therapists are sticking 'cognitive' in from of their name in the same way as many other consultants and contractors are sticking 'forensic' in front of theirs. Must be good for a few extra tenners an hour. Not sure whether the burly gentleman blocking the view was the therapist or a prospective punter and I did not have the cheek to ask.
Into St. Luke's, to find that Power was accompanied by Nicolas Altstaedt and Vilde Frang. I think that Altstaedt was a first, but we had heard Frang in October, to good effect. See reference 1. We were given a string trio by Varess, a pupil of Bartók and teacher of Kurtág, both rather better known, to me anyway, than he was. But his trio was rather good. Followed by a very jolly bit of very early Beethoven, Op.3 (with 130 or so opus numbers to come, never mind works) a trio which was more in the form of a divertimento, the sort of thing which Mozart did a lot of, a Mozart, to whom Beethoven was still rather looking up to at the time. Ms. Frang as engaging as last time.
Warmed up with a bacon sandwich, then pulled what proved to be the last Bullingdon of the day at Roscoe Street and pedaled off in search of the clock museum, with clocks and their escapements being of present interest. I found Gresham Street OK and found what turned out to be the Guildhall, but missed my stand, so continued back to Waterloo. Probably just as well, as I found out after I had got home that the clock museum had been gobbled up by the Science Museum. Presumably the worshipful masters of the clockmakers' company needed the space for better paying corporate entertainment. Seduced by turnover, just like the people at Wisley.
Having noticed and been puzzled by a red crane at reference 2, was even more puzzled to find that it was yellow on this occasion, yellow but inactive, jib telescoped up and down, so as to speak. Was it a new crane on the old site or was I having a protracted senior moment? Perhaps I am having a long term muddle about red and yellow, rather like my long term muddle about right and left.
Much faster going west down Stamford street in the afternoon, than east in the morning.
Proceedings closed with a fine rainbow east over Worcester Park. Or, from I was sitting, the southern half of a strong rainbow with a weak echo.
Reference 1: http://psmv3.blogspot.co.uk/2016/10/nostalgias.html.
Reference 2: http://psmv3.blogspot.co.uk/2016/11/viola-times.html.
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