Working by the river
Typically, the day of the week I had to work in London, was the day Lorraine's chesty cold got the better of her, and she worked from bed all day, getting up to make a delicious chicken and mushroom pie for my return. Also a rather beautiful and warm day.
I set off at seven to travel to Hampton, on the Thames, to work for a day with The French Bloke, at the FB and Pat's agency. Pat is on hols in France at the moment, which is why I was needed. Keith was doing a spot of freelance there too, and it was good to see him. The FB and Pat working with John Perkins, another old pal of mine. Their new colleagues Joe and Carolyn too, both really nice. Carolyn grew up in Orkney. Their office is part of an old boat house, and so backs onto the river. A gorgeous view. Underneath them is a loquacious Kiwi artist , and at one point Joe, the FB and I walked down to the steep stairs to the little jetty. This is patrolled by all kinds of water fowl, swans, geese, ducks, cormorants and more. There were a pair of swans with a couple of large cygnets, and the Kiwi artist emerged and they were all talking about the politics of the birds for some time. The male swan, known as George, very dominant in this stretch of the river. At the end of the jetty on a mast is a plastic owl, which is a favourite perching place of the cormorant.
Keith the FB and I sauntered off in the sunshine to a little bakery at lunch. Best day of the week weather wise. Hampton one of those wealthy and rather lovely places on the river west of London.
Home after, which took over two hours, but listening to Joseph Anton on my headphones, and stopping to buy some chips, to add to the masterpiece of a pie that Lorraine had made. I was really pleased she had stayed at home.
Below out of the agency window, and below the French Bloke picking on his Fender Strat and contemplating his view.
I set off at seven to travel to Hampton, on the Thames, to work for a day with The French Bloke, at the FB and Pat's agency. Pat is on hols in France at the moment, which is why I was needed. Keith was doing a spot of freelance there too, and it was good to see him. The FB and Pat working with John Perkins, another old pal of mine. Their new colleagues Joe and Carolyn too, both really nice. Carolyn grew up in Orkney. Their office is part of an old boat house, and so backs onto the river. A gorgeous view. Underneath them is a loquacious Kiwi artist , and at one point Joe, the FB and I walked down to the steep stairs to the little jetty. This is patrolled by all kinds of water fowl, swans, geese, ducks, cormorants and more. There were a pair of swans with a couple of large cygnets, and the Kiwi artist emerged and they were all talking about the politics of the birds for some time. The male swan, known as George, very dominant in this stretch of the river. At the end of the jetty on a mast is a plastic owl, which is a favourite perching place of the cormorant.
Keith the FB and I sauntered off in the sunshine to a little bakery at lunch. Best day of the week weather wise. Hampton one of those wealthy and rather lovely places on the river west of London.
Home after, which took over two hours, but listening to Joseph Anton on my headphones, and stopping to buy some chips, to add to the masterpiece of a pie that Lorraine had made. I was really pleased she had stayed at home.
Below out of the agency window, and below the French Bloke picking on his Fender Strat and contemplating his view.
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