Sometimes it’s better to travel hopefully than to arrive, my experience on Saturday morning. Eight stops to Ealing Broadway with Maigret to distract me; a destination I had hitherto not visited. Not worth a detour, as Michelin doesn’t say.
I am getting used to the horrid tower outside the bathroom window. That doesn’t mean I like it. The few scrawny, unhappy trees perched on the upper three terraces are pathetic.You can’t even see them in my picture.
John Betjeman’s Letters edited by his daughter, Candida Lycett Green, span fifty-eight years (1926 – 1984) from his student days until his death in 1984.
In the 19th century when Barmeath was crenelated and castellated for ornamentation, a wing was added with rooms for servants, a kitchen, chapel, store rooms etc. There were cellars below. When I was a child it was called The Old Nurseries so I suppose children lived there too.