My pursuit of lesser known London delights has been sadly neglected of late. In fact I'm starting to feel it: I'm getting out a lot but mainly of course to go and sit in a darkened room and watch (or occasionally participate in) people doing things which aren't quite real. Or which are real but symbolise not quite real things. This isn't supposed to be a post about the nature of theatre but it's a bit of a cover up itself. This isn't one of 100 things to love about London, but it is a bunch of slightly random images from the last month or two, surprisingly few of which have been taken on the way to and from arts related events, and which are really just to remind myself that I'm still here, and how much else is.
...and the skate park underneath.
The pickled coelacanth at the Natural History Museum.
...and back to West London, with boats sailing on the river at low tide near Kew Bridge.
I'll try and do more soon. Promise.
Ducks are better than me at responding to direction. But then, they are throwing up less often than I did!ReplyDelete