what the commuter saw

MARCH

I bring you London in springtime.
Enjoy.

24 March
Waterloo Station

5 March
Charing Cross from Embankment

20 March
Waterloo Gardens

3 March
St. James's Park

10 March
Charing Cross from the South Bank

6 March
Coliseum, St. Martin's Lane

10 March
Carlton House Terrace

27 March
St. Paul's from Villiers Street

[ p.s it did rain occasionally...]

26 March
White Horse, British Council

coup de foudre

Booths, Victoria Pattern 1891-1906

The owner of the antique shop showed me round and we agreed that the plate was very fine. I took it down from the shelf admiring the delicate floral border, the charming central illustration. We put it aside and then he showed me a rare Georgian plate with a rhinoceros, I wanted it but it was too expensive so I put it back in the cabinet, regretfully. Next we looked at the sauce tureen, a delightful example but without a lid. A customer had broken the lid, he said, and nobody wanted the tureen without a lid. I agreed to take it for a small sum, so that it didn't clutter up his shop. Finally, I explained I wanted something pretty. He looked bemused. What did I mean? Floral? Gilt edged? Pink? I would know when I saw it, I said, but I did not find anything in the crowded rooms, the piles of china. As he wrapped up the plate and tureen I saw it on the shelf above the till. A tiny Victorian coffee can, in a particular shade of blue. And I fell in love.

The Away Fixture

MasterM plays for the Dar Leopards these days.
It is hard rugby but a good way to make friends.

I had a shock when he sent these photographs
because I did not recognise him to start with.
I remembered the schoolboy rugby player
and he was not there, however hard I looked.

He tells me that he has to run onto the pitch
holding the hand of a little child.
I smile because it wasn't that long ago
that he was a mascot himself.

They are playing the Arusha Rhinos this weekend.
That's Arusha near Mount Kilimanjaro.
It's the local derby so it should be a close match.
If you are in the area do stop by to cheer the Leopards.

*****

We are not sure who took these photos.
I will print a credit as soon as I can.

MrsM, hipster

Just me, MissM and a few fans
at a Bombay Bicycle Club gig.
Nothing much to see. Move on.

Clare College : early morning

Memorial Court

Queen's Road

The Avenue

Clare Bridge

Fellows' Garden

Old Court

Cherry tree outside the Chapel

Trinity Lane

*****

I was in Cambridge for an alumni reunion. It was a delightful evening, a chance to catch up with people I see infrequently but who lead interesting lives and are good company. Whatever we have done subsequently we share memories of three years in this beautiful college, a privilege indeed. As I walked through Old Court in the bright, cold sunshine a magpie flew from the arch to the upper storey of windows. It felt like a good omen.

Meanwhile...

in Tanzania...

MasterM is maintaining his vitamin intake.

"Today we got a selection of mangoes.
Tomorrow we are going to buy pineapple.
Or maybe paw paw!"

It is disconcerting to remember
that when he was a baby
he was Lord Picky Eater
and lived on cucumber for 3 months.

An embarrassment of flowers

There are too many flowers in the house
and it feels shockingly extravagant.
Perhaps if I share them with you
I can spread the burden of guilt.

These delicious orange tulips
are from a market stall in Cambridge.
It was a bright sunny morning
and I had just bought for lunch
a loaf of rosemary and seasalt bread.
I was feeling virtuous and housewifely.
Tulips seemed a necessary purchase.

Unfortunately, I had completely forgotten
that I had bought a bunch of hyacinths
before I left for Cambridge on Friday.
I assume this was caused by the stress
of sitting on the M25 for two hours.
I made it in time for the party but only just.

Luckily I had a clear run back on Saturday
and MrM was very pleased to see me.
This is partly because I had promised
to chauffeur him back from a rugby match.
These sunflowers are a gift from MrM
and they are glowing in a blue vase
from lovely Jenny the Cartographer.

There is no room for so many flowers!
No room in our tiny house, I tell you!
I had to move my ivy arrangement
to make room for the jug of hyacinths.
There is a story about the sauce tureen
but I am too exhausted with housework.
Another day.

And so to bed.
A small pot of pink roses,
my private pleasure.
Some things do not change.

weekending

This week has been a blur. We were in Rome at the weekend and then I went to visit MissM. Now I am off to Cambridge for a party and in between there have been two busy days in London and a trip back to see the Geographers play football. I am glad of it - how lucky I am to have such a full life and the good health to enjoy it. In the not too distant future we will be visiting MasterM and before that I will see bb in London! I cannot wait! But for now, in real life, the laundry. Man cannot live without clean socks. Ahem.

*****

Thank you for all your lovely comments - you are so generous. I would particularly like to thank Ali Ballon for her kind words on Thursday - I was truly touched by what you said, Ali.

Sfogliatelle

MrM thinks that when he gets to Heaven
he will eat sfogliatelle every day
which is why he works hard
to make sure of his welcome.

The scenario is as follows:
St. Peter will stand with his clipboard
at the entrance to the Pearly Gates

"Cups of tea for MrsM - check.
Lifts to and from station for MissM - check.
Rugby tours with MasterM - check.
Travel agent for all and sundry - check."

Then he will shake MrM's hand

"Welcome to Heaven MrM
you have gone far beyond
the limits of human endurance...
here is a ticket for the fast track
to the pasticceria counter."

And MrM will amble off contentedly
to an eternity in Pastry Paradise.

Sovereign Military Order of Malta

There is a small gate in a wall on the Aventine Hill. When you open it you can see down a long alley of trees which form a spectacular frame for the dome of St. Peters in the far distance. Tourists hang around in the hope that the gate will open so that they can catch the brief photo opportunity. The better informed tourists know that the view encompasses three sovereign territories: the Italian Republic, the Vatican City and the Sovereign Military Order of Malta.

We had the extraordinary honour of being shown around by His Sovereign Highness, Fra' Matthew Festing, Grand Master of the Sovereign Military Order of Malta because long ago he was at school with the elder brother of one of my colleagues.

You might think that it would be difficult to imagine a Prince of the Church as a schoolboy but you would be wrong because His Sovereign Highness has an irreverent sense of humour and a wonderful chuckle.

The Sovereign Military Order of Malta is ancient and has its origins in the work of the Knights Hospitallers who looked after crusaders and pilgrims in the Holy Land.

It might seem that an Order with such history and pageantry would be irrelevant today but it has a very serious role with thousands of volunteers working all over the world providing first aid services, emergency medical care and specialist hospitals for maternity, leprosy sufferers and those with terminal illness.

Inside the gate there is a tranquil garden with views over Rome and an imposing palazzo which is used for diplomatic purposes. There is another palazzo in the centre of Rome which houses the archive of the Order.

The hidden gem is the chapel of the Knights of Malta, a masterpiece by Piranesi.

It was a place of beauty and history and Fra' Matthew talked of these with great affection but his responsibility is to the sick, regardless of colour or creed, and this takes priority over buildings and gardens.

If you are very fortunate you will meet a few people in your life who really make an impression - not because of their wealth or their position but because of the power of their personality. I only met Fra' Matthew briefly but it was an unforgettable privilege to listen to his commitment to the humanitarian mission of this historic Order.