It is 6.00am. Through the open window I can hear the heavy
drone of traffic, a helicopter, intermittent sirens, a church bell, the odd
bird. The sounds of the city are ever-present. It is both stimulating and
wearying at the same time.
Yesterday, after my session at the Chelsea Library, I got
bus and tube to the Old Street station in Shoreditch. On the tube I sat next to
a lovely big dog and his man. Such a well-behaved dog in the stiflingly hot, busy
underground carriage. I fondled his ears and he lay on my feet. His owner was
lovely too. (The helicopter is now
directly overhead). Shoreditch was a completely new area to me and I navigated
my way with a little difficulty, and by dint of asking when I was unsure, from
Old Street to the Geffrye Museum. By the time I got there I was dripping – so
hot.
The Geffrye Museum is housed in what were the almshouses of
the Ironmongers’ Company (18th century). A most unexpected oasis of
calm and beauty in an exceptionally chaotic part of London.
The museum explores the evolution of the English home over
the past 400 years, showing how ‘homes have been used and furnished, reflecting
changes in society and patterns of behavior as well as style, fashion and
taste’. It is set up as a series of rooms, reflecting changes over time. Very
well done. Especially well set up for
children and educational purposes. Thought-provoking too.
From the Geffrye I found a bus back to Old Street and then
tube to St Pancras – my stop for the British Library and specifically to see a
special exhibition called Writing
Britain: Wastelands to Wonderlands – an exploration of literature and
place. Oh, this was amazing! Could have spent days there. Set up thematically –
rural dreams, dark satanic mills, wild places, beyond the city, cockney visions
and waterlands. Original manuscripts, letters, sketches, diaries from an array
of British writers. From Chaucer to JK Rowling. One of the incidental things
that struck me was how small the writing of many of the earlier authors was. Magnifying-glass
small. I guess paper was valuable; but I also wonder whether there was a
subconscious desire to ‘hide’ what was in the making. Heavens knows how
publishers/printers deciphered these works. Love for the land and fear for its
future were consistent threads.
Back outside the British Library and round the corner,
heading for the tube station, there was a noisy demonstration on the other side
of the road outside the monumental St Pancras Hotel. Always interested in
demonstrations and wanting to find out more about this one, I loitered along
with many others on what must have been one of the busiest roads, right next to
a national and international train terminal. Police were arriving in vans all
the time and we (the spectators, mostly Indian) kept being moved along the
pavement (from where we would gradually edge back to the entrance to the
hotel). I got talking to an Indian lass who had recently come to London from
Dubai and she explained that it was a protest aimed at the Bangladeshi Prime
Minister who was staying at the hotel for the opening of the Olympics. Very
interesting and reminded me of arriving in Berlin years ago and walking down Unter
Den Linden right into a great big, noisy demonstration. Something very
satisfying about the contrast between the calm of the British Library and the
chaos of democracy in action on the streets! I was probably there for a good
hour, watching.
Finally back briefly to Allen Hall before going out again,
along the Chelsea embankment to see the Chelsea Physic Garden which was open
late. I have always been interested in the healing properties of herbs and so
to wander round this garden, established in 1673 by the Society of
Apothecaries, was a delight. Again it is one of those peaceful enclaves that
abound in an otherwise hectic and relentless city. By the time I finally
returned to my room, about 9.30pm I was exhausted. Literally on the streets (!)
for 12 hours.
A paucity of photos but they just take too long to upload at the Chelsea Public Library!!
Ah the hard but rewarding work of exploring big cities. The places you visited sound wonderful - I would love to visit the Chelsea Physic Gardens on my next trip to London. Churches are always havens too when you find the going hot and the streets hard - they are cool and quiet or at least the music is beautiful if there is any.
ReplyDeleteBlue sky day here - I am having an at home day fighting off headache and cold symptoms an reading another installment of Song of Ice and Fire by George R R Martin.
Hope you are winning the fight Marion. Yes, the havens in big cities are treasures indeed. I haven't read Song if Ice and Fire and know nothing about it - would you recommend??
ReplyDeleteFeeling a bit better today - just a bit headachy still. Watching opening ceremony - very British but really London is the star - great aerial views showing it looking so beautiful at night. Song of fire and ice is surprisingly gripping - a cast of thousands, Wars of the Roses type themes but some great characters who you just want to follow. I'm not usually a fantasy reader but have been hooked on this series.
DeleteI guess you are finding it harder to adjust to the heat being thrust into it from our cold. ? And unfortunately coming back to it later as well. You will be able to keep up with the athletes soon with all your street training :)
ReplyDeleteHaha - I'm 'in training'. Find it easier to walk a lot in the city because there's always something to take you that little bit further. My shoes are in a bad way :-(
ReplyDeleteThe Writing Britain exhibit sounds wonderful. Something so mystical about seeing original manuscripts---knowing the revered authors laid hands to those very pages---seeing their actual handwriting---the ink they used. Mmmmm.
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