So after three weeks of sunshine and autumn the time came to depart for warmer temperatures. While I was there London had the driest September since records began. So, while others stripped off I wore my long sleeved t-shirt and occasionally a warm sweater. 18 months in an average of 32 degrees means that 24C does not feel hot.
One of the photos I took was of a place that, when I live in London I have gone through, ridden on and often thought, 'I must photograph this.' Is it Art Deco. Certainly the station was built in 1939 originally for the Bakerloo Line and now serves the Jubilee.
The uplighting is beautiful and the escalator is definitely worth a few moments to stop and gaze at what was a different design style for travelling.
Sticking to the railway theme, here is Victoria, the East side of the station going out to Kent. A place I spent a lot of time walking through but again not stopping to look, only to wait for trains. I took this on my way to my last journey out to Bromley. All railway stations should be looked at a second time. Even if they seem only utilitarian there is always a beauty to the sense of going somewhere. The movement outwards towards a different destination.
And the destination was Bromley most days that I was there. One evening walking, hobbling really, back from getting provisions I was lucky enough to see the sun going down and a woman just sitting looking out. Early autumn in Bromley.
The lush green and shades of russet of an English autumn.
Onwards and several thousand miles later and I am back in Hua Hin Thailand. A walk down the jetty and I find that the fishermen and fish cleaners and sorters have begun to dry their fish nearby.
And of course there at the end of the jetty was the sky. (and a few navy warships there to protect the king).
Wide and blue with shades of the sunset to come. I am back in the land of wide skies and sea, rice and fresh fish, small shops that appear and disappear.
The rainy season is upon us so expect some damp pictures in the next week. Thanks for reading.