Tag: Sign
Wooler
The trip described in the last couple of posts was taken about a month ago – we were going to be walking along St Cuthbert’s Way in Northumberland, from Wooler to Holy Island/Lindisfarne. From the Berwick-upon-Tweed train station we were taken by taxi to our first night’s resting place in Wooler. After checking in, we took a walk around town. (Click any of the images below to see them enlarged.)
Darkness in the Afternoon
Ash Vale
We took the train a couple of stops to Ash Vale in the Borough of Guildford to walk a short trail in the Ash Ranges (military shooting ranges).
Road to the White House
Let this be a warning to you!
Where to find pedestrians
ReVoltairean Concept
Continuing my walk along the South Bank after seeing the Sugimoto exhibit at the Hayward Gallery, I came again to the Tate Modern with, for some reason, this quotation from the end of Voltaire’s Candide struck in lights on a frame at the back of a lawn where pigeons flatly rested. Uncanny.
Art is not for climbing
After the previous Friday’s visit to the Tate Modern and the Barbican Centre, I returned to London last Friday mainly to see the Sugimoto retrospective at the Hayward Gallery. Before entering, I saw this.
Yellow
Rising Sea Levels?
Word from the People
Edinburgh, Scotland
North Berwick
Edinburgh Still Life
Some Texts
“J’Existe,” which I originally imagined to be a plaint of unseen minority or immigrant populations, turns out to be a fashion brand of the artist Thierry Jaspart. We’ll be seeing that name again before we leave Belgium. I’m not sure why some names on the kiosk of artist names have been whited out. Are these the ones who have been ‘canceled’ of late?
Brussels Midi
We walked down Stalingrad, past all the Arab coffee houses, to the crowded platform at the Brussels Midi-Zuid train station. “In your own time,” might be the motto of the Belgian train service as only one train we took out of about eight trips actually left on time. OTOH, you can really travel all over the country relatively easily by train, something that can not be said of the US.
The People’s Canvas
Cornwall
After Plymouth we drove down to St Agnes in Cornwall (well, I didn’t drive, but we did) for our next adventure. It was already early evening and we were tired. We walked down a steep hill to the sea for a quick look. Tomorrow (22nd of May, really), the real walking tour begins! If viewing in email, click the post title to click into the images and see them larger.