Good grief, it takes a long time levering photos out of the old Kodak instamatic and squashing them down to a suitable size for posting on the internet. This morning’s weather has been quite encouraging by being generally miserable. I really can’t complain about the weather which has behaved itself really quite well since leaving Kirkcudbright, even though it was a bank holiday weekend. Only a wee bit of rain on Saturday but it hardly really matters since that was a trip to the pictures day – Iron Man 2 – hardly Palm d’or material but a good afternoon’s escapism.
Mr Billy Bagwash, in his blog here on live spaces, drew my attention to painted elephants placed around London for a couple of months to highlight the plight of Elephants in asia (http://www.elephantfamily.org/). Quite taken with the idea I’d hoped to photograph a few on my travels though on Thursday. Turned out to be much easier done than I’d estimated – they’re everywhere. I’d pictured 7 from the bus – though mostly blurred due to lack of tea from an 8 hour journey – before we eve arrived in Victoria coach station. But suitably breakfasted, I spotted a whole herd in the park outside Buckingham Palace, another herd at Trafalgar square, as well as the odd straggler on the pavements inbetween.
Just as I was beginning to think that elephant hunting was a perfectly good way to occupy the rest of the time between now and my three o’clock train the day decided it had other plans. There was something going on at the Household Cavalry place (can you not tell I don’t have my map of London with me today). It was the changing of the guard between the ones in the Red jackets and the ones in the Blue jackets – I suspect that this happens every day, but looking through the arch to Horseguards parade I could see a marching band complete with bearskins – this doesn’t happen everyday. Popping round the block, which takes a good ten minutes as it’s some block, I found that I’d managed to catch the full dress rehearsal for trooping of the colour – pretty much the real thing as far as the camera is concerned except for the lack of the Queen and 10 deep crowds to try and push through for a photo.
Having been presented with an A1 photo opportunity, I got back to the task in hand and popped round to Parliament Square, which sadly lacks elephants. It did have a very large encampment of protesters this time round, who I suspect were more concerned with their own private brands of democracy than the plight of Asian elephants. I though I would have a wee look at the BBC studio that they have been using through the election since I was nearly there but found my way barred with left over barricades from the Queen’s speech a few days earlier. Not only was this politely explained to me by an official but he invited me to go inside parliament and have a look at the goings on.
As you can imaging photography is restricted in most of Westminster Palace, but it is allowed in Westminster Hall. Having Survived the fire in 1834, Westminster Hall is one of the oldest parts of the building dating back to 1097. The roof is slightly newer, dating from 1395. In recent times, the hall is probably best recognised as the place where the Queen Mother lay in state, as did Churchill and many other kings and Queens. More significantly, it housed until 1882 the highest courts in the land. This is where Charles the first and Guy Fawkes were tried and of significance to us Scots, the trial of William Wallace happened here.
In the House of Commons, Ed Milliband was trying out the opposition dispatch box. Later that afternoon, while I was sitting on the train, Caroline Lucas, the Green MP, made her maiden speech, but while I was there, she had a few words to say and since Mr Milliband welcomed her to parliament afterwords, I think I probably caught her first words in parliament. For me the commons are much as you see them on the telly, although you don’t often get a look at it’s sky lit roof. The lords on the other hand are much plusher. Apart from the obvious change in leather bench colour, the stairs leading to the gallery are noticeably more comfortable underfoot and wall covered in no doubt hand printed wall paper. The throne itself is so covered in gold that I recommend sun glasses. The general atmosphere of the place is also generally more polite than the commons. The central lobby is well worth a look, with four superb mosaics of the patron saints of the country and in the other corridors there are murals depicting scenes from history – I do recommend a visit. You might as well leave your eggs at home though, there are so many barriers to stop you being able to use them.
As a bonus track on the album of the day I saw Boris Johnson on his bike later on, plus the odd statue which is obligatory for a Sandy walkabout – you’ll find it all in the photo albums to go with this blog.
For the last couple of days, Kes and me have been popping over to Chippenham to have a look at the goings on with the folk festival there. We didn’t go to any of the concerts there, but there were loads of stalls up and down the High Street, as much Morris as you could take – indeed more if you could manage to be in four or five places at once -, the odd pancake, lemon and sugar and a pint of Pressed Rat and Warthog. Superb!