A bit of a catch up on some recent entertainment!
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Floating through the museum
So, a little break away from London where Heather and I decided to go west, spending some time in what turned out to be the interesting city of Bristol (I’d been there once, for about a day—I know this because I have a few photos taken then, but don’t really remember anything of the city from then). The start of the journey wasn’t the best, given the lack of trains from our home station but the Superloop actually proved a decent link to another station and from there it was a straight train to Paddington, and then onwards!
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Having been to the operating theatre our day wasn’t over. We had an afternoon to kill wandering before heading for a glowing experience.
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With it’s array of bottle, jars, and cures
In an unassuming church barely noticed on a street in the shadow of towering companions sits a peculiar museum we’d been meaning to get to for ages. The Old Operating Theatre and Herb Garden sits in the garret (attic) of St Thomas’ Church, where it had lain forgotten (more or less) for decades after the coming of the railways forced St Thomas’s hospital to move. It had been used for the drying of herbs and the like by those at the hospital, but it’s most remarkable feature is the nineteenth century operating theatre left behind and restored to its original state.
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When I was born, my mother put the headphones in the cot the next day so I could hear the match ommentary. She was lucky enough to watch us win something (notably the Fairs Cup). Me though. WE JUST WON THE CUP
We like our glowing ball art installations, having seen The Moon in Rochester Cathedral and Gaia floating in a dock (somehow missed Mars though), so it was an obvious call to go and see the centre of the solar system hovering at the Old Royal Naval College.
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Hanging
Heather and I have a long standing tradition of braving the cold around the time of my birthday of braving the cold to enjoy the Canary Wharf Winter Lights. This year we went on a after work.
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As I mentioned in the last post we were at Tower Bridge close to Heather’s birthday (and mine), and so we’d actually made a weekend of it. We’d had dinner in a restaurant the and been in a hotel for that early bridge start. So we had the rest of and to enjoy, and had decided to take in some culture.
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