One Hundred!
One Hundred!
Bertie: “Stone the crows and strike a light mate. One Hundred? Are you sure?”
Bobby: “Yes Bertie. This is your… ONE HUNDRETH BLOG! A century of stories. A week late after last week’s headache.” (Trevor is getting a little full of himself. More later).
Bertie: “Crikey! I wonder what Diddley would make of it?”
Bobby: “Well I can tell you that she knew, like all of us, she would meet her maker one day. More than anything she hoped that she would not be forgotten.”
Bertie: “Fat chance of that mate!”
This 100th blog is spread over two weeks, centred on where it all started. Spitalfields. The National Garden Scheme’s Spitalfields Open Gardens (see 31 Fournier Street) has been featured by the Gentle Author. All the gardens are behind the houses and you have to walk through them to the gardens. Here’s his take on it:
His student Bobby has a rather different take, dominated by me. The Bear that he created as Mindfully Bertie. And has now given rise to one hundred blogs!
Townhouse Fournier Street
Townhouse above which the course was held that saw the creation of Mindfully Bertie.
Townhouse courtyard … tea and cakes.
31 Fournier Street
We wrote a blog on this house where Diddley’s daughter Amber once lived.
Anne and Peter.
Halfway down the stairs is a stair where I sit…
Charlie’s House Fournier Street
Nice cup of tea.
Charlie.
Charlie and friend organised the Open Gardens for the NGS (National Gardens Scheme).
Charlie’s house, Fournier Street.
20/21 Fournier Street
You won’t believe it, he has talked so much we haven’t got time for every house. And he’s lost the house numbers! Sill old sod. So, where the Gentle Author takes so much care and research with his blog, every day, his pupil lives on a wing and a prayer. Variety, of course, is the spice of life.
But we did get just round the corner of Fournier Street into Wilkes Street and met the lovely Justine. She was on that course with Bobby, Tim and Tracey. A fashion designer, she promised me a posh scarf two years ago. I’m still waiting…
Wilkes Street
Justine.
Justine and Bobby across the road.
Justin’s fashion display in Wilkes Street.
Where’s the bleedin’ budgie?
Halfway down the stairs (take 2).
Halfway down the stairs
is a stair
where I sit.
There isn’t any
other stair
quite like
it.
I’m not at the bottom,
I’m not at the top;
So this is the stair
where
I always
stop.Halfway up the stairs
isn’t up
and it isn’t down.
It isn’t in the nursery,
it isn’t in town.
And all sorts of funny thoughts
run round my head.
It isn’t really
anywhere!
It’s somewhere else
instead!Winnie the Pooh
Or, as Kermit once sang:
Lighting a Candle for Diddley.
This was the very first “Lighting a Candle for Diddley”. Here at Laurel Cottage. There has now been one hundred candles lit in every type of place imaginable. If you would like to Light a Candle for Diddley, just let me know with a photograph and a few words.
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That’s a beautiful house
Happy 100th Bertie – a Centenary is indeed a time for reflection, but also celebration. Onwards and upwards! Oh, and just to show what a sad Muppet fan I am – it was sung by Kermit the Frog’s nephew, Robin the Frog, not Kermit. 🙂
Thank you
Congratulations Bob and Bertie for your amazingly brilliant stories, philosophy and photography about your adventures and relationships over 100 blogs. You should be put forward for an AWARD !! Nancy
Thank you
Fifty years ago virtually derelict. Developers hovered. But it was saved. Went for £4 million recently