Sitting on a Bench.

Posted on 09/06/2019 By

Sitting on a Bench.

Sitting on a Bench: Queen Mary’s Garden. Regents Park, London.

Queen Mary’s Garden. Regents Park, London.

Bobby looks forward to Tuesdays. A train ride to London. Usually Farringdon. A nice walk to Islington, through what turns out to be the design centre of London. He always leaves the Al-Anon meetings feeling better than when he went in. And looking forward to a myriad of choices of how to spend an afternoon in the wonderful City. The sun shone. Someone on the early morning radio had mentioned the glory that is Queen Mary’s Garden within Regents Park. And so it was free bus pass rides to the park. We wrote a blog last year on the rose gardens and determined to seek serenity this time just reading a book all afternoon. The roses were only just starting so he found a seat by the wilder part of the garden looking across the lake. Shaded. Perfect. Pret bagette. Peach drink. Shortbread. What more could you want to spend an afternoon finding serenity reading a book?

Well actually a switch off switch, to ignore what was going on around him. The squirrel did it, and he decided to write “Sitting on a Bench“, with one proviso. To continue reading the book, whilst watching the world go by. Three hours floated by without even standing up, as the “rules” would not allow that. What follows is the simplest form of blog. No heavy thinking. No campaigning. No planning. No real subject. Just a little research while sitting. Thinking of an Al-Anon slogan: “Just for today”…

(By the time this blog is published, the rose garden will be in full flower. It could be England’s finest rose garden. I love roses).

Sitting on a Bench.

Sitting on a Bench: Looking for serenity.

Looking for serenity.

Wild garden. Including Moon Daisies and Red Campion.

Wild garden. Including Moon Daisies and Red Campion.

Squirrel Fatkin (too many cakes!) - A squirrel sat in the opening of a public litter bin eating from a cup-cake case.

Squirrel Fatkin (too many cakes!)

Squirrel on the grass eating a chocolate cupcake. Very nice.

Chocolate cupcake. Very nice.

Two spot ladybird. Tiny. (lousy picture).

Two spot ladybird. Tiny. (lousy picture).

Memorial Bench to Mr R C Baird FRCS 16/12/1906 to 31/3/1974. (FRCS - Fellow of the Royal College of Surgeons).

Mr R C Baird FRCS 16/12/1906 to 31/3/1974. (FRCS – Fellow of the Royal College of Surgeons).

Picture of a young child holding an adult's hand, but pulling away to look at the wild flowers.

Let me go!

Large white clouds in an otherwise deep blue sky.

Large white clouds in a deep blue sky.

Cloud Appreciation Society

Close-up of a Coot's feet.

My, what big feet you have!

Close up of the head of a Coot, showing where the expression "Bald as a coot" comes from.

Bald as a coot.

Moorhen, showing that it is NOT bald!

I may be smaller but at least I am not bald! (Moorhen).

Coot with the wrapping from a chocolate cupcake in its mouth.

All gone! Fatkin had it!

Photograph of a lifering in a wooden mount adjacent to the lake, with a weeping willow overhanging.

International Rescue. Thunderbirds are go. FAB.

A pair of unidentified animals or birds in the branches looking towards the camera.

Are they looking at us looking at them? No. It’s that love thing.

A man walking along the path by the lake, but wearing full cycling kit.

Forgot yer bike, mate?

Magpie standing in amongst the Moon Daisies.

Even magpies like Moon Daisies.

Three young ladies with pushchairs.

Eat yer ‘eart out Mary Poppins.

Photograph of a man walking past wearing a hat identical to Bobby's.

Oi… that’s Bobby’s bleeding ‘at.

Photograph of a young lady walking by.

Sitting on a bench watching all the girls go by.

Musical interlude. Here’s a song that everybody sang in the good old days. I can’t give you the lyrics for fear of prison. Just listen carefully.

Here’s a typical comment:

Great song by a great group from the fifties. However, you can go to jail for what you’re thinking these days.

Egyptian Goose behind the railings on the wild flower garden.

Goosey goosey gander… (Egyptian Goose.)

Lady looking over the lake with a shoulder bag and an apparently empty shopping trolley.

Empty shopping trolley… Why?

Photograph of Bobby's book open at pages 40 & 41, resting open in his hat. As far as he managed to read because of all the distractions.

Just 40 pages. Too much distraction.

Picture of a young girl, holding a pair of glasses in her right hand, looking at a drain cover in the path.

It’s a drain…

Photograph of a young boy on a "walk along" bicycle without cahin and pedals.

One day, if you are good, Daddy will get you a chain and pedals!

Lighting a Candle for Diddley.

If you can see through the tears, this is a wonderful performance of Robbie Burns most famous love song. Eve Cassidy played her part in bringing Bobby and Diddley together when they swam at the Legal and General’s swimming pool in 1998. Often just the two of them. Just the underwater lights and Eva singing “Over the Rainbow”.

Eva Cassidy.

The late, beautiful Eva Cassidy.

Bertie sat on an outdoor wooden table, along with a pink rose in a bottle and a lit candle in a glass.

Bobby: “Bertie – that rose is PINK.”

Bertie: “I know, but then Diddley hated bright red roses. Considered them vulgar. This is Constance Spry. Named after the florist, socialite, cook and naughty lady, we hear. One story goes that she and another were asked to dream up a dish for the Queen’s Coronation banquet and came up with Coronation Chicken. So now you know.”
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  1. Phil Barnett says:

    A beautiful part of London – a city blessed with many beautiful parks, gardens and green spaces to enjoy.

  2. katherine says:

    I like your rule of not being allowed to move… very empowering. I llike doing that too

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