BLOGGING FOR LONDON

The readers’ terrace of the British Library: like the Library itself, a marvellous memorial to its architect Colin St John Wilson.

It will be my spiritual home for the next week while I carry out some research.

Can you, I wonder, imagine what this quiet, calm place feels like after the horrors of the Euston Road? (Blogging will resume upon my return from the stacks.)

Espaliered London Planes

British Telecom Tower from a Marylebone Garden.

The beauty of a Marylebone Lane.

Reflection in space.

A neglected Marylebone frontage (most buildings are scrubbed regularly) showing deposits of road dust. Just think, these fine particles, including some that are too small to see with the naked eye, propelled into the air space around men, women, children and those yet unborn, are breathed in to bodies.

Ludwig: a cat who knows precisely how to remind me that life is not all work.

Flowers on someone's doorstep.

Ludwig cooling himself down.

Lovely example of craning in Portland Place, the crane not unlike some elongated insect supplying its nest site. That other woman in shot also seems to be taking a photograph so crane watching is obviously catching on.