Saturday is market day in Notting Hill and it was elbow room only down Portobello Road – we bought a few tacky souvenirs to toss out later. Bond Street was very lively on a Saturday and people were packed in the streets like a packet of frozen peas. In the Tube, people were pulling others in so the doors could close on the train. 1,065 million people use it each year!
We treated ourselves to an amazing exhibition of artisic goldsmithing at the Wallace Collection in Manchester Square. If you get a chance check out Kevin Coates on the net. They were the sort of treasure people would marvel over when Tony Robinson digs them up in a thousand years.
And then, that was it. Last day, last blog, last photo. The holiday, the tour, the road trip, the wedding announcement, the engagement announcement, the endless B & Bs and hotels, the eating out, the giving directions to tourists, the churches, the Dales, the Moors, the cliffs of Mohr, the ruined castles, the forts, the fairy forts, the stately homes, the cottages, the museums, the galleries, medieval festivals, fringe festivals the wildflowers, the rain, the fog, the drizzle, the wind, the sun, the pebble beaches, the fishing harbours, the cities, the food, the good times, (such a good time, I flattened the battery on my watch) All over.. Lucky I wrote it all down and drew a few sketches and took the odd photo to bore a few of you later.
Back to work next week. Going from soft & fizzy blog to hard and busy, slog.
Arrive Brisbane Monday night. See you soon. Ta Ta , Tooroo!