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After a few fun days
in Bognor Regis with my friends and family, loaded with ebay parcels and
birthday presents, I went up to London for three days. If I am honest it was
this section of the trip to England
that I was most anxious about. I hadn't been back to the city properly since
August and the thought of being with all those people in such a small space
after being in Spain
filled me with horror. I was worried about how I'd cope with all in the
information flooding in, all the adverts and noise and worst of all - the
memories. It takes time for memories to change into happy ones. I pretty much
loathed everyday I was at school and even several years after leaving it I
hated going back. I always did wonder why elders described their days at school
with such fondness and nostalgia because I really didn't feel like that, until
round about now. In my 30th year, snippets of the funny times are slowly
replacing the more painful experiences of my school years and I wonder if my four
year spell in London
is going to be a little bit like that. I have many happy memories of my time there, but because
I left on such an odd note I feel that those memories have been clouded a little.
Still, I hopped
off the train, checked into my B&B and then with grit determination hit the
crowds. It was sublime. Firstly I nipped to the V&A, then
the NHM, the BM and Wellcome Trust. I then got taken out for my 30th
by a wonderful friend who is studying for her solicitor exams and was wined and dined. Tuesday – filming day at Chelsea followed by a business lunch with the producer and a quick
visit to the Huntarian Museum which BLEW MY
MIND (another blog post). Then a mad dash to meet another friend in Bank.
Feet covered in
blisters, exhausted and fuelled by several oversized Americanos, I then visited Tate Britain
where I bumped into the Lady of Shallot, Ophelia and David Nash, who must have
been having a weekend in London
for his birthday. It was quite remarkable bumping into him after not seeing him
for a couple of years since his show in Kew. Then
a mad dash to The Globe for lunch with another friend who has just got engaged,
a quick visit to Tate Modern and a brief telephone call from Plymouth
University who seem to finally be doing something about their Muirhead
Herbarium (I will do a blog post about this next), then another mad dash to Bedford
Square to attend a PhD open evening. On the way there I bumped into another very
old friend at Victoria
tube station. After discussing my PhD application over some nibbles, I then suddenly felt wild
and hopped on a tube Camden
just for the sheer hell of it. It was magnificent.
What a fantastic
few days. I met so many wonderful people and was so very much looked after. I
feel incredibly privileged to know so many kind hearts and to be able to experience
the juxtaposition of Spanish and London
life this intimately. Feeling pretty full from the experience, I am now back in Spain and rearing to get on with some work with a rather different perspective on London life and life in general. Being in the centre like that, the entire three days really made me think about what life is. It is about engagements, exams, travelling, dining and creativity. I have been recently so concerned with the lightness and darkness of life that I forgot about all the little bits in between. Seeing all the specimens in the Huntarian Museum made me realise how magical it is that our flesh and bone can achieve so much, most of which is invisible, in the form of a simple gesture which time forgets.
So, on that note I leave you with this. It is a short video about Daredevil Dilys, an 82 year old who ceases life to the very core. In my eyes, this video is all about the need to take risks, to face your fears and to do what you want to do regardless of what anyone thinks.
what people can achieve, especially those who feel that they are too old to live their dreams.