Charles Holden’s Legacy

TO ENLARGE AN IMAGE, CLICK ON IT. REPEAT IF REQUIRED I have used the London Underground almost all my life. My earliest memory is of visits to South Kensington where my maternal grandparents lived in the early 1950s. It was not until Helen and Bill gave me this book for Christmas that I had everContinue reading “Charles Holden’s Legacy”

‘All Is Flux, Nothing Stays Still’

After a night of steady rain following an unrelentingly graphite-layered day on which the sun never got out of┬ábed, it stirred itself this morning, weakly lifted its head, peeped through the trees on the Eastern side of the garden, sent exploratory fingers across the lawn, then stared through the living room windows. Just before noon,Continue reading “‘All Is Flux, Nothing Stays Still’”