Showing posts with label Ansel Adams. Show all posts
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Thursday 7 February 2013
Wednesday 6 February 2013
A weekend in London
Dear Sheddists,
this weekend past we celebrated my birthday with a trip to London, Greenwich to be precise.
The highlights of our visit?
Over-hearing a rather touching conversation on the Tube between two autistic gentlemen arguing the merits of prime numbers - I suspect even now they are somewhere on the Circle Line extolling the virtues of the number seven!
A fantastic walk around the quay-bound Cutty Sark, lifted high in the air to reveal her metal-skirted hull.
The climb through Greenwich Park toward the Royal Observatory to straddle the Meridian line. How precious for a putative horologist!
Sunday morning and a visit to the Royal Maritime Museum to view a fantastic exhibition of photographic work from the late and great Ansel Adams. Then onward to the Royal Albert Hall - the shock and awe of Cirque du Soleil's, "Kooza!"
And come Monday, my birthday, the gift of a ticking mechanical watch from the Royal Observatory, its mechanical movements revealed by its skeleton-casing.
What a weekend, what memories!!
Yours as ever,
electrofried(mr)
this weekend past we celebrated my birthday with a trip to London, Greenwich to be precise.
The highlights of our visit?
Over-hearing a rather touching conversation on the Tube between two autistic gentlemen arguing the merits of prime numbers - I suspect even now they are somewhere on the Circle Line extolling the virtues of the number seven!
A fantastic walk around the quay-bound Cutty Sark, lifted high in the air to reveal her metal-skirted hull.
The climb through Greenwich Park toward the Royal Observatory to straddle the Meridian line. How precious for a putative horologist!
Sunday morning and a visit to the Royal Maritime Museum to view a fantastic exhibition of photographic work from the late and great Ansel Adams. Then onward to the Royal Albert Hall - the shock and awe of Cirque du Soleil's, "Kooza!"
And come Monday, my birthday, the gift of a ticking mechanical watch from the Royal Observatory, its mechanical movements revealed by its skeleton-casing.
What a weekend, what memories!!
Yours as ever,
electrofried(mr)
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