Wednesday, 27 June 2012

Sponteneous Scooter...







        


         




After the solstice storm...


Photo by Helen Ratcliff

 Whilst walking home last Sunday evening, the wind and rain gave way to a calm, blue sky. A few soft clouds appeared relaxed above the tree tops... I love skies like this...just moments before the sun begins its pink decent...
 Then, last evening, one of my housemates suggested going out for a ride on the scooter. "It's a lovely summer's evening!" She exclaimed. So... without any pause for thought, we excitedly ran out, jumped on the scooter and drove off towards Putney and the setting sun... Okay, so it's not The Amalfi coastal road, but, after the rush hour (hours)... on a summer's evening, there is nothing quite like being on a bike (scooter), with only long sleeve t shirt, jeans and Birkenstocks. Oh... and a helmet, of course. It gives you a sense of freedom and rebellion! I do not mean in a negative way, err, in a fun way. Or, giving one a feeling of youthfulness... or just being on holiday... which I am.
 Then we chilled for a while and had a drink by the river, before impulsively deciding to ride across London towards the east... Again, like squeaking teenagers, we jumped on the scooter and headed off.
 We went as far as Gabriel's Wharf, Tate Modern. After parking up, we walked back to the river, directly opposite St. Paul's Cathedral. How stunning the dome appears - perfectly spot lit and defining a familiar skyline which always beckons a gasp.
 We found a suitable viewing point, sitting at the end of one of the nearby piers... Wow! Such a vision... The night was clear and the skyline full of light, colour and drama, displaying the city wonderfully. Miniature buses ( like toys), crossing the bridge, were very animated.  Stupidly, I didn't have my camera on hand but found some new inspiration... Whilst observing the city from the pier, my head was filled with new ideas, which will slowly be unravelled to tell another story...
 Suddenly music was filling the air... A pianist was playing a simple but mellifluous little tune, making us want to dance... (would have been a perfect scene for romance!) the piano was positioned outside and a small group of people stopped to enjoy this rarity. It was quite a unique moment...
 Time slipped away... and we hopped on the scooter to return home. As we passed Big Ben, the hour struck one o' clock and... I was beguiled. Funny how London with all its stresses and strains, can have quite the opposite effect. The city really can cast a spell...


To be continued...

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