Before retirement, I sometimes planned to work when travelling by train. Now, I often get on the train with great resolve to read my current book or the newspaper. Almost invariably, though, then and now, reading sends me falling into that unsatisfactory doze state never refreshes. Indeed, such dozing is not really relaxing since I worry subconsciously during, and then afterwards, that I have been snoring loudly and irritating (or, worse, amusing) fellow passengers. The one thing that always keeps me awake on the train is using my computer keyboard. So, there is something energising about writing these blog posts on the train.
This is my second trip to London in a few days – I need very little excuse to fulfil my London fix and escape from the country (lovely as The Cotswolds are).
The first was in my ailing, misfiring and rusting Saab which was brought into action while Long-Suffering Wife’s (LSW’s) Volkswagen is read what may be the Last Rites in the garage. LSW and I came up London to attend a 60th birthday dinner party of a long standing friend in Kew – a very amusing reconstruction of a party we had attended 20 years before.
We took the opportunity to visit the Annie Albers exhibition at Tate Modern and to see the new, up-market shopping centre just north of Kings Cross (Coal Drops Yard).
The Annie Albers exhibition was diverse. Alongside the expected textiles were paintings, drawings and ingenious necklaces (my favourite exhibits since they were so simple and inspiringly made from everyday objects). It was an interesting history of a very impressive artist and some of the items were lovely, but, perhaps because of the diversity, the exhibition never really took off for me.
Selection of Annie Albers’ Work
Our visit to Coal Drops Yard was, in some ways, just a normal window-shopping trip. But it’s clearly a cut above most shopping centres with some of the shops like art galleries with beautiful artefacts and prices I hardly dare look at. Also, the architecture, mostly by Thomas Heatherwick, is remarkable – especially the gasometers converted into luxury flats overlooking the new coal yard restoration and transformation. The best aspect of the visit was trying to recall what this area looked like when it used to be one of our youthful haunts in the late 70s and 80s; the canal isn’t much changed but, truly, Kings Cross has been transformed almost entirely since then.
Coal Drops Yard
Unfortunately, after the birthday party and a very late night, we had to leave London relatively early on Sunday – albeit after a wonderfully various and hearty breakfast provided by the family of our birthday-girl. This was to enable a return in my rust bucket car in time for a memorial service for an artist friend of ours who died a couple of months ago. LSW and many others spoke very movingly and humorously about their memories of an artist whose work is well represented in our house.
Now, rested and ready to go again, I’m on my way back to London for a gig and a dental appointment (which is my excuse for this trip).
I didn’t have time to finish the blog on the train (but I didn’t fall asleep, I promise).
I have since had another eventful day in London – visiting the Fashioned From Nature exhibition at the Victoria and Albert Museum and then seeing Malcolm Middleton for the sixth time in a club in Hackney. Both were very worthwhile.
Today I’m going to try the Barbican exhibition on Modern Couples and then meet Eldest and Middle Sons for a drink, some food and a film – oh, and I’ll fit the dentist in. Such freedom and fun in this retired life! I’ll say more in my next post – maybe to be authored on my return train trip…..