***Warning to science-y readers: this is a science-free post***
**Except for the large slide rule and the paleoceanographer**
*And the parakeets*
Last week, the Scribbler E.U. Tour took England by storm. To save you busy people some time, my 20,000 word write-up has been condensed using the well known words-pictures relationship. These were the highlights:
Seeing the Tower of London and Spamalot the same day.
Wild rose-ringed parakeets in Hyde Park drinking from puddles in the sycamores. Here’s a view through the Scribbler’s binoculars.
Sort of a cross between a crow and a chimney-sweep, jackdaws are delightful and spiffy.
The deep low tides that arrive on a full moon are always a spectacle. Even more so when the reef is made of the same bright chalk as the cliffs.
Fish-n-chips as they were meant to be: wrapped in paper, drenched in vinegar, and eaten on a pier. Note this expert’s consistently flawless fried-food-munching technique: (compare with Twinkie).
Sticking my feet in the English Channel for the first time in 27 years. Wasn’t much warmer than last time.
An art gallery (the Tate Modern) with five-story slides you can ride.
The incredible architecture at the Natural History Museum. All three pictures were taken from the same spot; the detail views are from “digiscoping” – pointing the ScribbleCam through the ScribbleBinos. The jackal (right) is sitting at far upper right in the first photo.
At the Science Museum, a 21st-century paleoceanographer confronts a slide rule.
Pints for two pounds fifty are a steal, but the exchange rate is a bit shocking.
Thrill-seeking: a gear-free abseil on a braided hemp rope down a sheer mud precipice. Admittedly, it was 10 feet high and I was following a fearless 12-year-old in pink wellies (Lydia Visick).
My first-cousin-once-removed, Joe Visick (age 7), sketches marvelous birds using something of an Edward Gorey approach.
Beautiful English spring weather makes Bremen (rhymes with “rainin'”) hard to come back to. (First picture, right to left: 21st-century paleoceanographer Mea Cook; writer-photographer-cousin David Visick; musician-of-note Marko Packard)
home-sick and weepily aged scribbler-mumm recognizes everything and everyone except the tate modern which i am now desperate for the blogger to take me round. said mumm so pleased that the scribbler has met up at long last with his peculiar family and liked them (it’s clear from the pictures) ; mumm already knew they’d like him.
waiting impatiently for more european observations.
i don’t understand what i’m supposed to write in this pink hued box marked ‘message’ because i’ve already written my message on the last screen.
have i screwed up AGAIN? say it isn’t so. mummmmmmmmmmmmmm
dammit, now there’s another box, sitting there with it’s mouth open waiting for me to pop a message in.
got lots i’d like to say to you but not really in the form of blogging notes.
let’s talk soon. mummmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm
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