I rarely covet jewelry. This necklace, in silver and gold, spoke to me from the window of a little shop called "Pebbles". The casual mixture of gold and silver; some shiny smooth; some hammered to the pewter-glinting texture of a winter sea, drew me in off the street. I even tried it on.
Hydrangea Horde look as though they're making a run for it, don't they?
Five-thirty a.m. after a reasonably restful night in my sleeper cabin; waking to a tray of tea and a croissant, served as I sat in my bunk. Time to get going to catch my flight back to the U.S. after a lightening trip to the U.K. for my Aunt Norma's funeral.
I ventured out onto the still-quiet Paddington Station platform, guarded by a bronze bear in a big floppy hat.
"Good morning, gentlemen. Would you happen to know the whereabouts of the Heathrow Express?"
"Why, yes. Thanks for asking" was the sunny reply, from a naughty middle-aged station guard, with a big cheeky smile on his face.
I love England!