To close the London series I’ve decided to pick four photographs from the four days and talk about them. The top one is a polychrome aluminium sculpture by Pop artist Robert Indiana featuring the four letters which spell ‘LOVE’. It was in Tate Modern and I liked it immensely. I don’t particularly like sentimental things and it’s hard sometimes to feel hopeful or optimistic about the world right now. But still, to quote the Darkness, I believe in a thing called love.
Mail Rail was an underground railway system which conveyed post underneath the streets of London to railway stations and post depots. The Postal Museum at Mount Pleasant has opened up some of the old tunnels and we went down there. It was excellent and they managed to make it interesting, bringing a lot of personal stories and perspectives. The Postal Museum featured one of my favourite facts of the moment. In the 1940s Jean Cameron used to deliver post in the rural Highlands though her uniform skirt could often make her ten-mile round harder. She successfully campaigned for postwomen to be able to wear trousers, which were thereafter nicknamed Camerons in her honour.
Picture three is the view from Greenwich Park looking towards Canary Wharf and the National Maritime Museum. It is an excellent view on a fine day and I could see from near (the O2) into proper London miles upriver. The National Maritime Museum flew a rainbow flag with February being LGBT History Month.
The final picture looks up into the old East Stand at Highbury, the former home of Arsenal, which is now flats. I love art deco architecture and old football grounds so having a wee daunder along what was once the pitch was excellent. Probably far more interesting than the Emirates over the way.
London was tiring but, a month after our trip, I still think about some of these wonderful experiences, of views, books and what soon became commonplace and other things which stayed spectacular. I’m glad I don’t live there but I’m glad I went.