Love the jumper. Own a cardigan which might have fallen out of Arthur’s wardrobe. Madam refuses to be in same room as it. There is also a hat. Will post snaps when camera comes out next.
One of the reasons why I believe I’m becoming Bryant is that, as he mentions at least once, I can remember standing on Westminster Bridge, looking east towards The City. St Paul’s dominated the skyline; the only things competing with it were innumerable church spires and steeples. No office blocks. But there were odd eccentric survivals like the Monument and the Lead Shot Tower on the South Bank.
The docks were alive, too. Can remember my auntie’s council flat on the Isle of Dogs which had a huge hull of an unloading massive steamer looming over it. Funny place, London. At least, it was…