No more nightingales ...

That certain night,
The night we met,
There was magic abroad in the air.
There were angels dining at the Ritz
And a nightingale sang in Berk'ley Square

I may be right, I may be wrong,
But I'm perfectly willing to swear
That when you turn'd and smiled at me,
A nightingale sang in Berk'ley Square

Silent witnesses ( Marchmont Street, 02.27 )

The professor's garden (3)

Chez Vanessa Bell & Duncan Grant

The professor's garden ( Priory Street ) 2

The professor's garden ( Priory Street )

King William IV ( Hampstead, pub )

West Heath

( afternoons with Anthony )

Blue remembered hills

Als de wind een naam had,

dan heette hij Aristide, schreef Wilhelm B*** in een email gisteren. Waarom ik dit opschrijf? Misschien ben ik bang het te vergeten.