I do love a rainy afternoon. Not all the time, and not to be confused with the endless dark days of winter, but rainy days have always held for me, creative time. As a child we were allowed to play indoors, make houses under tables, colour in and paint; and read about interesting places in the family Atlas.
Met Callan for lunch in the city so was close to the British Museum. As if on cue, the rain began to fall. Tip: enter through Montague Street, fewer crowds. When I visit a museum I don’t like to see every nook and cranny (and suffer museum burnout) but focus on one or two periods in history and do them properly. Egypt, and the Roman/Greece wings.
‘How fabulous to go to a museum and understand what you are looking at’
This is what I am saying!
How fabulous to know something, recognise something, be able to appreciate something and we have so much knowledge, experience and appreciation for beauty in Silver Street.
Sadly it takes little for the shutter bug selfies to ruin a moment. Posing the child in front of a mummy who should get more respect, but patience is another virtue here and I move on.
- Love the adornments, since days of Tut.
- Love the admiration of the human form.
- The British may have ‘lifted’ artefacts from around the world but at least they are preserved and we get to learn.
- Realise there so much I am missing in my knowledge and excited to do more research.
- Love the actual building the museum is in.
- Mummies, sculptures, butterflies, books – all there for an afternoon’s whiling away.
- Admire the people who put this together, dedicate their lives to preserving history.
Best of all is the location of the British Museum. It’s really coming down outside. Preferring to escape the crowds for a cuppa and some cake, I found my way to The London Review Bookshop, a charming bookshop and café. What I do need are some options for good reading, so feel free to advise please. So many choices and always seduced by the smell and feel of a new book, not to mention the riveting covers.
Beside me, a woman is discussing her novel in the making with someone who will read, advise on characters and act as a soundboard. Intrigued and full of admiration for the budding novelist – take note, take note. This is just the place to banter ideas about characters. Watching those scurry in the drizzle outside, it’s Rooibos chai, avec the Rosemary and lemon cake (simply had to.) Ideas are born in cafés around the world, these places nestle and nurture creative ideas. A Hemingwayish feel about it all.
You owe it to yourself to push your learning. To read, to write, to have a voice.