Kristina, if she knew of any places I could seek out she mentioned Miller Harris. How could she know that I've been researching scents since last winter? Wearing samples of jasmine vert, coeur de fleur, geranium bourbon and la pluie over the next few days provided blissful floral waves on hot, crowded tube rides. On my last day in London I nipped back for a large vessel of the la pluie!
ring John gave to Fanny featured on the top shelf. Eerily, a copy of Keats' death mask stands in the corner of his bedroom. This is a house to contemplate in, to imagine its former residents going about their business while you desperately wish you could recite Ode to a Nightingale by heart. Don't hesitate to visit the house, preferably on a gloomy day, it just suits the mood.
Claire! After her long day at work she greeted me outside her office and without missing a beat we joined the throngs of people on the sidewalk. She thought the Sherlock Holmes pub would be fun for me but unfortunately it was closed due to construction so it was on to The Clarence on Whitehall instead. Claire was such good company and even more lovely than I had imagined. Being quite clever and very informed I hoped she wouldn't find me too boring but we chatted about all sorts of things from pets to books, relationships, kitchen appliances and how she came to be in London after growing up in Scotland. The pub was cosily packed with customers, so packed that the gentleman with his family at the table next to ours commented on how wonderful our Rekorderlig strawberry-lime cider smelled. Munching on nibbles while we chatted the time went by all too fast. Claire still had a train journey ahead of her so after a couple of hours we made our way to Charing Cross station but what's this...a Waterstones in the way? Claire and I browsed for a bit and I took advantage of their 3 for 2 offer and a stunningly beautiful behind the scenes book of Downton Abbey. Moon Tiger by Penelope Lively came recommended by my friend so I especially look forward to reading it. And then we parted ways. I want to sit cross-legged on the floor during a lazy Sunday and chat with my new-found friends and not watch the clock!
Arriving back at the B&B, Joseph met me part way on the stairs to let me know the kettle had been boiling for ages. Yes, I am that predictable. And so another night was passed while I sipped tea, wrote in my journal, listened to random English television programs and thought about how very lucky I am.