This is what I saw yesterday at the top of the escalators on the first floor of Charing Cross Hospital. It was commissioned “for the benefit of elderly patients” and being one myself I drank it in, so to speak.
There have been quite a few posts about the mostly museum-quality art works on display at Charing X but, in case you have forgotten, this is what was at the top of the escalators in January 2016. I was just learning the ropes as a blogger and didn’t append a caption but it is a charming depiction of the changing seasons to remind me of my enchanted childhood in arcadian Erin before selling my soul to Mammon.
Some other sculpture and art I saw in 2016 are in My Local Art Gallery. I’m bound to mention that few if any patients pay much attention to what’s on the walls except to read notices directing them to the department they seek. Hospital staff look at me suspiciously in case I’m planning a heist.
I first became aware of wild dog roses while staying in Pennsylvania in 1983. Now I see them in London and, when they have a tree to climb, they are as as spectacular as magnolia grandiflora and easier to cultivate. One would be an excellent addition to Margravine Cemetery.
To digress, I made the mistake of planting a tiny little, teeny-weeny, Kiftsgate rose in the 1980s. Like one of John Wyndham’s triffids it grew over the roof and started marching purposely up to the tube station. I hope the Canna I was given earlier this year will not show such determination. It didn’t look likely to survive let alone flourish in March this year.
Now it is looking more robust and with a bit of luck might chuck up a flower or two; if a canna can.
In the unlikely event that the leader of North Korea visits the United Kingdom I will advise the FCDO to arrange a visit to a film studio. Communist dictators seem fascinated by the motion picture business. You may remember a post in November 2015 in which Fidel Castro visits a location in Cuba where Our Man in Havana is being filmed? When Can-Can was being made at 20th Century Fox, President Krushchev visited and pretended to be shocked by such western decadence. What do you think?