Time to do this again

[fpb]

Tomorrow is my 48th birthday. Two years ago I posted this request, and I think the time has come to repeat it:

Here is my wish, for anyone dropping by, who has a few extra seconds: you share with me some special memory. This was sartorias' suggestion, which I cannot improve upon: I know how busy people are. It doesn't have to be long. One good thing about having a brain wired for image is that the briefest reference to, say, "The day i saw a triple rainbow" brings immediately to mind the day when I was ten that I saw a triple rainbow. There I am on my bike, riding downhill as fast as I can because the biggest rainbow ends, so clearly, right where Linda C lives, at the bottom of the hill below school, where two streets converge...the light is silvery-gray, and smells of wet pavement and grass, there are three levels of clouds and all of them ragged. How I loved the magic of that day--even if the end of the rainbow kept moving. But somehow it was better to never find the end.

Comments

I cudgelled my brains for three days, my dear fellow –

[wemyss.livejournal.com]

– knowing that on so many counts, from your being a townee to your preferring footer to cricket, my memories should do nothing for you.

Such as it is, then, I trust you also find pleasing:

The West End after rain, at night, when the theatres let out upon a gleaming pavement;
The pewter of the Thames in late winter light just before dusk, looking upriver towards the Chilterns;
Congenial company and a keen appetite at Wilton’s or Simpson’s;
Swans and ducks where the River Kennet debouches into the Thames at Reading;
Blackwell’s, Oxon;
State Openings;
Remembrance Sunday and Elgar’s ‘Nimrod’ from ‘Enigma’;
Boris bringing proper buses back to London;
Any of Wren’s churches (RC though you be);
The Bramah Tea Museum.

Many happy returns of the day, old boy.

Re: I cudgelled my brains for three days, my dear fellow â“

[fpb.livejournal.com]

Thanks. Although a townee, I do appreciate the countryside (I learned English in a lovely Kentish village outside Canterbury), though my favourite part of the world, and the place I would move to if I were rich, is the mountains. Half of Italy is mountain, and their valleys and forests and the wonderful little white villages in the valleys, are one of Italy's less known glories.