My new favourite statue.

  Thanks to a combination of Writer's Block and a stinking cold, the post I originally had planned may be somewhat delayed. In the meantime - and mainly to establish that I am still updating this blog - here's some photos I took on my last trip up to London. 

  One of the things I do like about London is that you're never far away from something interesting. Sometimes all it take is to wander down a road you've never visited before.

 Embankment Gardens is a small patch of  peace and prettiness by the side of the Thames. Ten minutes walk will find you headed towards the bustle of Central London but here at least, you get a chance to amble along looking at the trees and the statues without somebody breathing down your neck.

  There's also a good selection of artwork. My favourite piece - probably my favourite statue in London if not the UK - is the one I'm posting today.

Gorgeous, isn't it?   

 A little research reveals that this is a memorial to Arthur Sullivan (of Gilbert & Sullivan fame) and it is so much better than a simple bust of the musical man gazing into the distance, isn't it? Adding the grieving Muse gives just that little more impact and emotion. You feel half tempted to put your arms around her and say "There. There..."
 You also feel tempted to offer her your coat because with the weather of late, the poor girl must be freezing.

Memoirs Of A Metro Girl has a good, informative post on this subject. When I said "research?"  here's where I did it.
Arthur Sullivan memorial in Embankment Gardens: A racy tribute to a legendary composer

Moving on with my mini-tour of the London bits I'd never visited before, I briefly strayed into Covent Garden market and as I headed up the road towards somewhere with a comic shop I happened to look right and up

The same job could have been done by a flat bit of reinforced concrete and some guardrails. 

But where's the fun in that? 

 Once again, I stumbled across something cool completely by accident. I have absolutely no information about this walkway - where it goes, why it's there, why it seems to have been designed by Moebius - so any details would be lovely.
 It doesn't help that I'm not entirely sure what street I was on at the time. Somewhere between Jubilee Market  and LongAcre and that's the best I can do.

 Part of hopes that the next time I'm up that way, this little bridge will be gone and all the people I ask will say "What bridge? There's never been a bridge there?"

  I finished off the evening by fulfilling a minor ambition - walking across the Millenium Bridge. By this point, night had fallen and London was all lit up.
I don't know why, but you can take the grimmest city in England and when you're looking at it from a distance, street lights and windows shining, it soothes the soul.

 Most of the pics I took came out rubbish (or had me in them) but I did manage to get:

 I know, it's the sort of touristy crap you see on a million postcards. 

But to me it brings back memories of a great day out. 

To finish, a pic I took just moments later but clearly something went..peculiar.

I may have accidentally photographed inter-dimensional invaders.

Or supersonic Faeries. 

That's all folks.