I've walked Olga in Hampstead Cemetery I don't know how many times, yet I don't remember ever seeing this gravestone before yesterday. Isn't it amazing? A pipe organ, complete with bench! The epitaph didn't give any clues about why, but I'm guessing someone was an organist.
(A regular Sherlock Holmes, right? I missed my calling.)
I not only took Olga to the cemetery yesterday, but also a special out-of-town guest: Sharon from Phoenix Daily Photo. Sharon is visiting The Big Smoke and since we've been reading each other's blogs for years, we decided to meet up. Sharon's pictures always make me envious of her blue skies and abundant sunshine, and what often looks like perfect 75º F weather, even though I'm sure it's more like 110º F on many days.
Anyway, she came to our place in West Hampstead and we chatted over iced tea (which I later found out that Dave made by dipping a tea bag in a glass of cold water, which I'm not sure really works). Then we took a walk.
First we went to Fortune Green, where we threw the Kong for Olga. (And boy, was she fired up. Lots of barking and running around. Maybe because she had a new audience.) Then, after strolling through the cemetery, we briefly walked over to the adjacent athletic fields, where rugby teams were throwing around the ol' pigskin beneath dramatic skies.
On the way home we found this "beautiful" artwork sitting atop a wall -- a modern Venus de Milo, with steel wool hair. Sharon speculated that it may be another work by this artist (whose pieces, by the way, are still displayed/abandoned in West End Green).
After Sharon departed for the tube and I picked up some cleaning, Dave and I had a quiet night at home. We couldn't even be motivated to cook. We ate tuna sandwiches and watched "Gardener's World," where we were amused to learn that there's a daffodil with the latin name Narcissus assoanus. I AM NOT MAKING THIS UP. Even the host of the show, before pronouncing the plant's name, said, "Now I don't want any snickering from the back row!"
(We snickered. Laughed out loud, in fact.)
Today we're off to Oxford! Gotta get packing!