I love this picture. As with so many of your photographs, Jean, it makes me wish I could be back in England. Some day, hopefully, I will return for a time!
I love the Horniman - it's been tidied up now, but it used to be beautifully eccentric and dusty and the stuffed animals a bit motheaten. Hope you come back soon - as a late resident of Upper Norwood, I know your territory well.
Hi Jean, Now I have a Blog of my own. It name is Leaves of Grass and the link is: http://leavesgrass.blogspot.com/ I will like you make me a visit! May I make a link with your Blog? Regards, Sonia.
Jean, what a clever idea to keep changing your photos so that we are always entertained when checking in, even if you are "out". And lovely they are too. Take care.
The changing photos keep me coming back. And in the light of today's photo (which I love for its vividness), reading the comments is entertainingly surreal!
Hi Jean :) I have no idea why, but the song from the movie 'The Prime of Miss Jean Brody' keeps singing me today. I feel compelled to share the lyrics (why I don't know) so here they are:
Jean, Jean, Roses are red, all the leaves have gone green, And the clouds are so low, You can touch them and so... Come out to the meadow, Jean.
Jean, Jean, you're young and alive, come out of your half-dreamed dream, And run, if you will, to the top of the hill, Open your arms, Bonnie Jean.
Till the sheep in the valley come home my way, till the stars fall around me and find me alone, When the sun comes a singin', I'll be a waitin'.
Jean, Jean, the roses are red, All the leaves have gone green, And the hills are ablaze... With the moon's yellow haze, Come into my arms, Bonnie Jean.
Till the sheep in the valley come home my way, till the stars fall around me and find me alone, When the sun comes a singin', I'll be a waitin', Jean.