For the love . . .

So, we stood on Hyde Park Corner, in the cold, waiting for a bus that we were not going to get on . . . just so I could take a picture. It was our daughter’s idea. She knows all about London buses and figured out where we might see a Number 6 in some well known spot in London and wasn’t too far out of our way from where we were heading.

So, we stood on Hyde Park Corner, in the cold, waiting for a Number 6 bus to come hurtling round the roundabout and I was supposed to get a picture of it. It was not easy and I had to have several attempts, but hey here is the result.

Appropriate for the 6 years and appropriate for a day spent on London buses, going from one place to another. If it hadn’t been the day it is, then I might have blipped one of the extras - the very poignant tokens left by mothers as identifiers when they parted with children they couldn’t care for at the Foundling Hospital, or the staircase and gallery in the Foundling Museum, or the actual paintings from the ‘Lost Words’ book. We saw all this today, and we went to the Natural History Museum to catch the ‘Wildlife Photographer of the Year Exhibition’ - astonishing and thought-provoking as usual. And we returned to Hampstead for a very late lunch. A great day with our daughter and son-in-law - such fine company. And a lot of buses!

So, 6 years, 2190 blips, virtually all posted on the day. What is there to say, but . . . I’m still here and I’m glad that so many of you are still here too.