Came across this on last weekend's saunt. A brick wall rather than a house but still. Had escorted daughter & friend to Victoria to see her Christmas gift from friend, Wicked, & decided to walk home. It was raining & I didn't have a map so more than a few false turns. Found the Albert Hall eventually & bussed the last leg. I enjoyed being lost & must do it more often.
A mid-week jaunt as well this week, with writer friend to the Derek Jarman exhibition at the Serpentine. We had our laptops with us and intended to retreat to caff to write afterwards, we have identical deadlines, but somehow nattering took over and time was just too short. The nightmare traffic didn't help, worst for 9 years the paper said after Hammersmith Broadway and all roads leading closed for 24 hours. Because of this we did accidentally in a roundabout way come across a blue plaque heaven though - 3 biggies for 1 at 22 Hyde Park Gate, - at the end of a cul-de-sac even the most footly of saunts would never fall upon.
You may have noticed slight obsession with writers and their houses at the moment. Maybe because I'm a writer without a house. Library book had me noting the list below for some more far-flung trips one day. When I'm into old ladyhood proper. Perhaps I'll even do a coach trip. I've always secretly enjoyed coach trips, being looked after, told what to do and when to pee and where to take tea, I haven't been on one since I was 11 but I can feel the new age approaching. Maybe there'll be a novel in it, The Magic Bus Revisited.
Shandy Hall, Coxwold, Yorkshire
Penshurst Place, Kent
Batemans, Burwash, East Sussex
Down House, Down, Kent
Charleston, Firle, East Sussex
Bye bye, thanks for visiting, come again soon.