06 June 2009

cider and roses


I had to meet someone in Hyde Park yesterday. It's not my favourite park. It's big and I can never get my bearings. Trying to find the building I was looking for and puzzled by the criss-crossing paths, I felt like I was out on the Steppes waiting for some apocalyptic horsemen to come and find me. I'd already been waylaid by the the Rose Garden. Roses aren't a favourite either. But the enclosed space and the sheer volume of flowers harboured the most wonderful scent. I was standing there like a fool breathing it all in (did I have time to take a snap, no! too late already) and a man with a brolly came towards me. "Isn't the scent wonderful?" I said, hoping this would make me look less like a loony. "Mmm" replied Bill Nighy. Not love actually.

I eventually found my quarry. Tried to head back to Victoria, ended up at the wrong end of the park (this with a map, too). An eye test, dilated eyeballs, a taxi ride to meet a friend (extravagance the result of great tardiness and fuzzy eyesight), a sprint through Tate Britain, and then my reward.

Sheeps Nose, Yarlington Mill, Brown Snout and Foxwhelp. Cider and Poetry. Almost love, actually.

3 comments:

kristina said...

Glad I'm not the only one who gets terribly lost in Hyde Park! Was that really Bill Nighy? K x

Liz said...

Great post. At first, I thought your assignation was with Bill and I was just on the verge of being very impressed. My knowledge of Hyde Park is more or less limited to the Rolling Stones concert in 1969. I'd like to say I was only a tot at the time. But I wasn't.

Rattling On said...

I understand completely. If a shop has two doors (or more-awful) I can easily go back out of the wrong one and end up miles form whoever I was supposed to be rendez-vousing. Shopping centres are a special nightmare.