Iceland

I have too many Iceland photos I wanted to post, so I have put them all on flickr.com at this link.

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I've amended the page settings so there are fewer entries on each page, so it should load a bit faster. The internet speeds are much faster here than in Oz so I forgot about how long the photos would take to load over there.

Stay tuned for Iceland photos.

Richmond

These are just some more boring park/landscape photos but if you imagine the cold, misty air and falling leaves it makes it more interesting. Soon there won't be any leaves on the trees at all and then I'll stop posting photos of them all the time.

This is at Richmond, which is a short-ish tube ride from our flat. It's full of very grand houses and posh shops. The Thames also flows through here, in a far more picturesque fashion than in it does in Central London. There are little boats huddling under bridges, and weeping willows and crumbling mansions on the banks.

We actually went there in search of warm clothes for our Iceland trip this weekend as braving the crowds on Oxford Street or Kensington High Street is not a happy weekend excursion.

I took these from a tiny little restaurant perched halfway up a park hillside. The Boyfriend had an awesomely delicious wild mushroom tart (which we'd seen for sale earlier in a farmer's market in town) which I kindly helped him eat. I didn't order anything myself as he keeps cooking bacon and eggs for breakfast on the weekends, removing the need for proper lunches.

You can just see the Thames through the trees here.

In the autumn...

They have real seasons here. This is the tree outside the bedroom window about 2 weeks ago.

And this is what it looks like now.

Hyde Park

Shortly after The Boyfriend arrived we went for an expedition into town to Notting Hill, and then through Hyde Park into Kensington. Hyde Park in autumn reminds me of watching To the Manor Born or All Creatures Great and Small. All green grass and dogs romping under the trees and women in tartan wool skirts and boots.


The Boyfriend, looking a little jetlagged. Or like he's planning an armed robbery before lunch.


The Prince Albert Memorial and the Albert Hall. We couldn't help but comment about how we felt Queen Victoria went a little over the top.


It was slightly more pleasant than Monday morning this last week, when the train I was on stopped at Notting Hill Gate, and the driver announced in a friendly yet neutral tone that he didn't know when we'd have clearance to move again. Signal failure or something. After waiting 10 minutes I got out and walked to work. It took an hour and 20 minutes, including about half an hour walking the length of Hyde Park into the city. Enjoyable at first but after about 40 minutes, with a whole day of work ahead, I was cursing the London Underground.