hello from the unfashionable side of bayswater

darlings

we’re HERE!

and being ever-so-prudent with the Lodgings so we’ve found a Charming (former butler’s pantry next to the back kitchen perhaps?) room with a single bed and a small window looking out onto drainpipes of the next door similarly appointed 1800s listed building in an unfashionable side of Bayswater.

and it’s glorious.

we just took a walk at Dusk and the grown-up camera was Thrilled to be back in London too.

the Most Amusing thing about London (when one has lived Abroad for almost Thirteen Years) is that it feels strangely reminiscent of a film starring Mr. Colin Firth and Mr. Hugh Grant in that everyone is speaking with a Jolly nice accent, slightly diffident and bashful when crossing the road to the local hostelry and buying the Daily Telegraph (printed form seems to be popular in the unfashionable side of Bayswater near Hyde Park still it seems) or while weighing bananas (we are eight hours behind everyone else here so it’ll be curious to see whether we can sleep through the night or might require a mid-night-or-thereabouts snack).

luckily there’s a kettle and Tetley’s tea bags and small packets of UHT milk on a small white plastic tray (not shown) in the room by the power adaptors.

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we’re not that tall so it was hard to zoom in or get near enough but safe to say – this was the front door that MR CECIL BEATON walked through in the late 1920s after a day languishing in the hot studio lights with grande dames and duchesses who desired a kinder lens and the chance of a spot in Vogue.

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whenever one travels, it is always good to look up and observe the blue plaques – one can then Imagine the footsteps on the pavement – with a purposeful stride – heading to the Tube – and follow in their wake, a cloud of cologne on the breeze still clings.

and we’ve only just arrived.

*shivers*

tomorrow – Brighton!

to the Seaside!

 

the trusty silver samsonite is packed and ready for mr. supershuttle to arrive

darlings

we haven’t been able to get ANYWHERE near the MacBook Air these past few days as who-we-are-in-RL has been very busy Completing Tasks before we head on the Trip to (three islands in) Europe.

but here we are.

ready.

happy that who-we-are-in-RL has been pulling in the consultancy gigs to keep us in satin wraps, sleep-eye-masks and Ponds Cold Cream and now Packed, ready for the off.

we *used* to order a car but we’ve been told to be more Prudent *sighs* so mr. supershuttle will be arriving on the dot of…….(oops, can’t find the List right now – there are too Many Around – with scribbled notes like “empty trash”, “hold mail”, call S, email K back, pack snacks – yummy grapes – we picked them out – do Radio Interview, have very nice coffee with MPz over at Alfred’s and……gosh……sort of later, anyway).OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA

can you see the Vibrant (teamgloria pink) sash to the left? That’s because the samsonite (which has been with us for Many a trip) burst apart on a conveyor belt (small plane, Italy, long story, wasn’t allowed to ride up top with us) and it was Mortifying in Milan.

so we strap it up tight these days.

what’s that?

yes.

you’re right.

a lot of black clothing.

*thinks*

which might Not be appropriate when we get to the 2nd and 3rd islands we’re going to on this trip (it’s Perfectly Splendid for London on the island of the United Kingdom).

heigh ho.

we’re sort of too tired to worry about it now.

there’s a sky blue pashmina in there and a white linen shirt.

that’ll do for Island Mornings we’re sure.

did we tell you Why we’re going to Deia?

(not just because of the Anais Nin short story although that was, of course, a draw, as you might expect).

you see who-we-are-in-RL is giving a Workshop (most exciting).

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we thought so.

while she’s been busy writing and tie-ing-up-last-minute-tasks and Pitching Projects:

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8c287df8ba0311e3ad271296246e27d8_8we’ve been hanging out in cafes and finishing up the last pages in the last month’s moleskine and writing in the new moleskine just to get it nicely broken in.

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2f9f5336b9bd11e3818812cca6e3d38e_8and enjoying the latest edition that has reached these shores of Harper’s Bazaar Australia.

8b887c44ba1311e3bad51265e271254f_8lots of driving (with shopping lists for Needed Items for the Trip – what happens to those Adaptors each time we fly?) 
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and admiring the rosy pink glow of the (extremely early) los angeles’ morning-ness.

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we might well be Very intermittent with our correspondence over the next few days as we fly over There and endure jet lag and meet up with family and friends and peek out from under an umbrella and sniff the salt air of the town of our birthplace and very early Youth.

while probably getting extremely sentimental and perhaps even a little, well, Inspired to write something New.

see you on the other side (not of the Veil, the planet).

*cheery_wave*

 

back from 100 miles south of los angeles and packed for the Next Trip

darlings

no time to talk.

forgive.

we got back very late last night (later because of the Halloween Parade which we COMPLETELY forgot went through our ‘hood and so the traffic was immense and the costumes curiously interesting).

where we we?

oh.

*saidvaguely*

about 100 miles south of Here.

consulting.

we weren’t consulting (we wouldn’t know How).

who-we-are-in-RL was doing so (rather well, from what we could see from our perch by the door curled up on a sofa in the Lobby with a battered copy of a Sybille Bedford novella.)

tomorrow?

MANHATTAN?

tuesday?

LONDON?

thursday?

DUBAI (only briefly – en route – changing planes to…..)

friday?

SOUTH AFRICA!

gosh.

we’re exhausted already and we haven’t got on the first (of many) flights.

but tis a glorious life, non?

and that’s just the Trip Out There – there’s a lovely weekend in Whitstable planned for the Way Back.

will you indulge us by looking at a few of our “snaps”?

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water features abound in open air malls where we stopped for a tiny embrace of caffeine and a snack of an individually wrapped cheese portion.

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california is a very lovely place to drive therein.

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we don’t drive this vehicle – but it might be fun – just for a Coastal Trip once. Non?

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the sunlight plays on the Malibu (is it Malibu?) Tile. 


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and admired the open air fruit and vegetable sellers as Nathan Welden (not shown) sang to the gathered quiet crowd.

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we watched the sun fall into the sea…..so beautifully last night….

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we stopped and watched the Train pass through Town at dusk.

Toot! Toot!

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there’s something about sunsets.

that make any long journey just so worthwhile an experience.

even when there’s three (yup) traffic accidents on the I-5 then some other freeway that the global positioning system suggested we take as a detour and one gets silent and turns off the music to be respectful.

it’s chilling actually.

even when it’s still warm in California.

to think that not everybody makes it home.

*pauseforthought*

but we hope to.

and you’ll come with us (in a virtual sense because we can’t fit Anything More in the silver samsonite) on our trip won’t you?

it’ll be less lonely in all those airports if you’re there too.

*sighs*

one cannot complain.

especially because we heard that The Book has gone to the Printers.

*squeal*

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something funny happens every time we tell someone the Title and they have one of Two responses:

example 1:
Oh! I need that…….*sighs*

OR

example 2:
*raisedEyebrow* have you learned how to then?

the difference is in people we’ve just met (example 1) and people-we-already-know (example 2).

one is said with a delicious sense of expectation and delight and whimsy

the other might well be accompanied by an Ironic Tone.

*giggling*.

packed and ready to leave again.

darlings

we must be Quiet.

who-we-are-in-RL has been EXHAUSTED by all the Travel and the two red eye flights and the 200 miles of driving There and Back and has been (mostly) sleeping-it-all-off.

still.

there was a lovely sunrise this morning.

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and we’re off to PORTLAND tomorrow (for work) and LUCKILY *just* before we booked the flights, as requested, because she was jolly busy finishing a paid assignment for an international print publication you see, we found out there are TWO Portlands (how careless!)

so crossed fingers that we booked the flight for the Right One.

*looktocamera*

eek.

reasoning with no reason while dreaming of a pickled onion.

darlings

we Often suspect that there are Other reasons for being places and going places and experiencing what is and wondering what might be and especially, when one is travel(l)ing – why one is There.

and yet we cannot work out the underlying reasoning behind this trip East.

medical, yes.

to see friends, definitely.

reminding ourselves that yes, 30 degrees is NOT the climate we thrive in ;-)

but there’s something more.

and we can’t quite Put our finger on it.

so we don’t.

sometimes reasoning requires no reason.

it just is.

*humbleBow* and *shySmile*

;-)


we have definitely enjoyed the Quietness of Brooklyn. 
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and time to have tea with Friends. viewerwith a great deal of waiting-for-results (medical) and dreaming-of-what-is-next (spirit-ness and inspiration-filled).

maybe that was it.

when going Away one appreciates the time that has passed and the progress (very american word, we *almost* say it with a short O these days, eek) that has been Made.

but mostly that one is at Home anywhere.

even inside one’s skin.

fancy that.

we’re flying back Tonight.

and it’s too cold to venture outside until we really have to.

so, on our last morning in brooklyn, we’ll be here – sitting quietly at the kitchen table, writing a novel, the only sound is the comforting tick tock of the clock.

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see you all on the other side for saturday’s adventures……

 

 

great love stories and the naughty bits from plutarch

we write to you en route to europe (from the long island railroad to JFK so far)

on a recommendation from someone splendid also writing out here on the interweb (http://dailyplateofcrazy) team gloria eased open the spine of my mistress’s sparrow is dead: great love stories, from chekhov to munro and settled in with a deep sigh of pleasure to jeffrey eugenides’ introduction on the joys of catullus

passer mortuus est meae puellae/passer, deliciae meae puellae,/quem plus illa oculis suis amabit

(nope, use google translate ;)

ah – brought it all back – the scratch of the chalk on a blackboard, the post-lunch gin-addled elegantly wasted leer of the latin master as he asked team gloria (in a rather pink-cheeked and younger more innocent incarnation) to translate the dirty bits missing from the penguin version of plutarch.