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here I am in a little cottage that evokes the energies of my ancestral lands - a cottage on the moors of Cornwall, or on the cliff tops of Ireland or Scotland. It has a hearth. I am a hedge witch {of sorts}. I wear upcycled clothes, patchouli oil and Redback boots. I am a gypsy; an eccentric and a mystic [I often live with a foot in two worlds]. I serve my guests, tea from an old silver teapot. I love Vervain, yarrow, chamomile & mint. Star watcher and Moon gazer. story cloth weaver. keeper of family dreams and wishes. good friend and creator of life. herbal tea drinker and potion maker.

Friday, January 4, 2013

London Town...

being in London, seems almost surreal.

"I don't think I am going to have a religious experience in London.. it is purely a tourist place.. for me anyhow.. a pretty city in the daylight. lots of grand old white houses with black trims. a feeling of elegance. I think a few days in London for a holiday would be nice, but not after such a long time away from home like we have had. I just didn't appreciate all of the history here, as I am in history overload...."

Taking the Hop On, Hop Off bus, blue route, we travelled first through the museum district.. and hopped off at Piccadilly Circus.. to catch the red route bus that had a personal guide.

this took us all around the city..

past some well known places..

  others you had to get off and walk to see..

people were queuing to see the Abbey.. and the crowds near the palace were insane.. from the bus, the people looked like millions of ants all scurrying around.. we decided not hop off and walk to see Buckingham Palace after I saw those crowds.

continuing past the theatres and the grand hotels...

hopping off again at Trafalgar Square to have lunch

then on again to Harrods to complete my mission...

to buy the bag..

then we had afternoon tea at Harrods.. it is so much like David Jones at home.. just more people .. but now I can say that I have done it.. oneday who knows.. my grandchildren may say 'my grandma had afternoon tea at Harrods.." or maybe not

and now.. our last night in England.. I prepare to fly home. what a journey. of a lifetime. a pilgrimage to my ancestral home and now, back to my birth home.

what happens next?

gym, garden, walking, meditating, art, family, friends.... and I write the epilogue to this journey...


  1. Lovely photos of London! I'm finally back after being away from my blog over the holidays. I'm catching up and loved your New Year's post. It looked like a beautiful setting for your dinner.

  2. thanks again for allowing us to accompany you on your journey it has been very interesting.

  3. My mother-in-law loved to tell all her grandchildren about having 'high tea at the Ritz', which of course meant nothing to them and encouraged further explanations.
    Enjoy this last bit of your journey. You must be pleased with your photos of London - great quality!- I presume the last one is blurry because you were in a hurry to get out of there! x

  4. ...quick mention of you on my post Robyn - not long til you're back to the blue skies!

  5. loved following your wonderful journey every step of the way!

  6. Hey, looks like it wasn't raining! Sweet. Have a safe trip home to Australia! Wishing you lots and lots of sunshine once you're there, too!