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Although the wind has lessened, it is still not conducive to clearing up. In addition to the breakages,
this is what windburn can do, for example to the leaves and blooms of a begonia.
We did water all the containers and dead head many roses. Perhaps we will be able to do repair work tomorrow.
This morning I scanned the last few of the 1984 London Transport Photographic Competition colour negatives.
I hope this young woman was not so engrossed in her magazine as to miss her train. Much research has gone into public signage since the 1960s. I believe the station name Battersea Park is in Gill Sans font, considered to be easiest to read on the move.
Somewhat out of sequence, here are two more shots of the budding footballers kicking cans in Tooting High Street. I wonder if the lad still sports an earring?
Now, back to transport. It would seem to be a good idea, when in a bus station, such as Victoria, to ask a bus driver for directions. This isn’t necessarily so. I enjoyed speculating about the conversation that ensued when two young women did just that. Perhaps you would like to join me, and suggest suitable captions to this sequence.
This flower stall is long gone from the station precinct. Having paused for his photograph,
the young male customer may well have said to the stall-holder: ‘Smile, you are on camera’. Or………?
Is this weary looking traveller attempting to glean information from the bus inspector seeking the relevant information from his breast pocket? What do you think?
This evening we dined on succulent chicken Kiev, creamy mashed potatoes, new potatoes, cabbage, cauliflower, carrots and green beans; followed by strawberry tart and cream. Neither of us imbibed.