This year has to be the best autumn I can remember in the many years that I've lived in London. The colours of the leaves are absolutely breathtaking. I'm fortunate enough to live across the road from Tooting Common, a three square mile space of parkland comprising both woodland and areas of park for the public. My sitting room is south facing so a major sun trap and looks out over the Common. I can sit in an armchair and see the beauty of the huge oaks, beeches, chestnuts and others, hear the birds and feel as if I live in the middle of the countryside. The only wake-up call is the passing traffic!
I've been having Personal Trainer sessions twice a week on the Common across from my home and what better place to work out than under the shade of a huge tree that every day changes colour. It is absolutely magical. I sometimes wish that I was capable of painting as the autumnal colours and textures are crying out to be captured with a paint brush. Hey ho, an iphone will have to suffice as all of the following photos were taken on my iphone. Enjoy!
School children walking through the Common with their teachers. I wonder if they even notice the beauty of their surroundings?!
Lying on my mat about to do sit-ups. What a view!
View from my exercise mat. My PT hands on hips waiting for me to stop talking!!
Another view from my exercise mat!
I'm sure some of you in the northern hemisphere are having a similarly beautiful autumn. Do share with me some images of the colours of your autumn.
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It's a half hour drive from my home which takes me across Richmond Park, another place that is good for the soul. It's hard to believe that you are in a big city when you are in the middle of the park surrounded by trees, bracken and deer.
It’s been a few weeks since my last blog post mainly due to been manically busy with client work but I also had a two week break in Italy over Easter. As many of you know, I was married to an Italian and lived in Italy for ten years so it’s my spiritual home and I try and go back at least once a year. I stay with friends who live in the Piemonte region and we usually jump into their camper van and head off somewhere for a few days.
Last week I took a friend to the Chelsea Physic Garden for lunch and a wander. I'm a member of the garden and I love to pop in there to sit and read, have lunch or tea & cake, or a wander. I find it a real little oasis in the middle of Chelsea and a source of inspiration.
We parked in Battersea Park and walked over the prettiest of the bridges over the Thames, the Albert Bridge. I whizz over the bridge on my moped but can't stop to admire it or the view so it was a treat to be able to walk over it and take some photos.
esterday I spent an absolutely amazing day out in Sussex with a friend on a "pilgrimage". Having been to see Charleston House and Berwick Church three weeks ago and becoming obsessed with the Bloomsbury Group, I wanted to return to see Monk's House, the home of Virginia and Leonard Woolf and also to visit the church in the village of Firle where Vanessa Bell, her live-in lover Duncan Grant and Vanessa's son Quentin Bell (from her marriage to Clive Bell) are buried.
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For those of you who don't know Charleston House, it is the home of the Bloomsbury Group and became a country outpost for a group of artists, writers and intellectuals. It started in 1916 when the painter Vanessa Bell, her husband Clive and their two sons Julian and Quentin moved there from London on the recommendation of her sister, the writer Virginia Woolf. With them were another painter Duncan Grant and his friend David Garnett. They rented the late 16th century farmhouse and despite the house having no hot water or heating, guests increased the household. It became a rather unconventional household of friendships and relationships - they didn't separate or divorce, they just reorganised!!!
visited the city of Bristol yesterday for the first time and it was all thanks to Instagram !! When I joined IG a year ago I thought it would just be an app on my phone where one looked at other people's images and made the odd comment or two. I was so wrong - IG has been a revelation, I've met so many like-minded, interesting people on IG and I've started to meet some of these lovely people in person. It's rather like a blind date as you've chatted on IG for months and got to know the person but sometimes you haven't even seen a photo of them. Then there's always the risk as with any chatting online that the person isn't quite their online persona. Anyway, yesterday was about meeting up with some IGers (as they are called) in Bristol. Most were unavailable or on holiday but two ladies, Lou and Marcie, were keen to meet up.
I jumped on the train at Paddington with some trepidation.