Five years ago I was concerned about the spread of ragwort in Margravine Cemetery: Yellow Menace. Now the facts have changed and I have changed my mind.
I hope the names thrill you, evoking ancient civilisations, caravanserai and conflict. As you may not have a chance to soak in the atmosphere of the souks or the panoramas in the Pamirs I will take you.
My Cultural Attaché has returned to London after a short spell in Poland and a longer one in the US. She is curating interesting outings paired with excellent restaurants.
It’s hard to know where to start. It’s gratifying when Bertie eliminates something solid close to a bin. It is less pleasing when I climb thirty-six stairs to bed with a PG Wodehouse and find I read Spring Fever recently.
This pair of lions carved of stone are at the base of the Queen’s Tower at Imperial College. Along with the rather more substantial tower they are the last vestige of the Imperial Institute.
The Palace Theatre on Cambridge Circus is a landmark no doubt familiar to you even if you are not planning on going to the Harry Potter show currently running.