Living in London

I have been asked by my tutor to write a post entitled “Why I like living in London”.

Now that’s a tall order! Do I?

I asked my husband for some advice and all he did was to pretend to strum on a piano and sing “Maybe it’s because I’m a Londoner “ like the old song, which was not at all helpful as I’m not one!

Perhaps I can turn to Dr. Johnson who said, in a more serious vein, about if one is tired of London then one is tired of life. I’m certainly not the latter but I wonder what the good doctor would have thought of travelling on a bus, standing up with a stick in one hand and heavy shopping in the other while some burly man sat in front of one in comfort.

Anyway I must return to the main theme. I live in a very nice part of London, Bloomsbury, which is convenient for various shopping areas. I am not in favour of the West End having lived there. Knightsbridge and Oxford Street are definitely out in my books. The places I like most are the East End and further west - Ealing. We lived there for a few years and really enjoyed its different atmosphere. I used to enjoy Spittlefield Market before developers took over. To travel further east to Epping Forest, which has a haunted feeling about it, is a must with me.

I wonder how many people get on the D.L.R, get off at Islands Garden and walk to the Tower near by or go down in a lift to the seabed and walk under the Thames to Greenwich and the Cutty Sark! Different? Something to interest one, that’s the main thing, not to be bored.

If one is fit and able to get around there’s always something to do and new places to explore.

That’s why I like living in London!

Budget for growth or survival?

Budget Day was last week. The Chancellor of Exchequer, Mr A Darling, delivered his second Budget statement under very difficult economic circumstances as he had to juggle cutting public expenditure and raising both direct and indirect taxes and has borrowed to balance the book. Both he and Gordon Brown stressed fiscal stimulus to keep the economy running. The economy is in its deepest trouble since the second World War.

For the first time since the 60's we are in a deflationary situation as RPS has gone down to -2. With the co-operation of the Governor of the Bank of England, Mervin King, the Treasury has resorted to quantitative easing.

Let us hope the medicines prescribed by the current Chancellor will work. Let us hope the scandal of expenses claims by our lawmaker MPs are genuine and more transparent. They must give examples of honesty, sincerity and humanity. They must pause for a thought for the millions of underpaid workers, pensioners and people living in genuine hardship who have to live within their limited incomes.

Where there is fairness and genuine distribution of the national cake, the society benefits and we don’t need to create have and have not’s. We need to encourage business people to invest in Britain so that they can be wealth creators. This will support economic growth and could increase employment.

We can not go back to taxing and spending days.

The Isobel Plantation

'Earth has nothing to show more fair'. This quotation from Wordsworth said it all. The Isobel Plantation is a cordoned off area in Richmond Park about 500 metres wide and the same across. I came to the plantation on a coach trip from a ladies club.

When we alighted from the coach what a sight met our eyes. The Rhododendrons were in full bloom. They were tiered, one bush on top of the other like a great wall of vivid colour lining the sides of the path ways. All the colours of the rainbow stretching up to the sky.

The plantation was set in walkways intermingled with little streams of clear water. As you walked along these pathways you felt that God’s hand was in this panorama. That he had used his paint box to create this breath taking scene to magnificent effect. It was too wonderful to be the work of man and too perfect to be other than the hand of God! As you wondered along the pathways this scene assailed your senses.

Your eyes were dazed by the striking beauty of nature in it, vivid, most beautiful. Your ears were overwhelmed with the sweet melody of the little streams as they gambolled over the sparkling stones. You could taste the coolness of the clear water, the freshness of the vegetation so crisp and sharp. The songbirds added beautiful background music to this scene. The whole effect was dazzling as hues of reds, blues, pinks, purples and all the colours of the spectrum bombarded your eyes. You could touch the velvety smoothness of the petals.

I felt the peace and wonder that true beauty brings. I walked around the gardens in awe and silence almost on tiptoe so as not break the spell and spoil the magic. Then it was time to go and I was very reluctance to join the bus for the return home journey.

The spell stayed with me for long time to come, filling me with peace and joy. I used my camera but nothing could recapture the wonder of the real experience of The Isobel Plantation. I felt that I had met with God’s creation in the flesh.

Salutations

Happy Easter to all. A time of year to celebrate, poets greet the cheery blossoms, the magnolias burst into flower and the pigeons are noisy. Camden has attached nesting boxes on the trees in Brunswick square, bringing the country to the city. Proust describes this time of year in a burst of poetic ecstacy as "Winter falling into the arms of spring" Wally

VAN GOGH

Van gogh painting . I am going to publish it for everyone to see.

Thanks for your attention.

Mintu