Up Early,

and first thing the blog posted, 

then out into a overcast day,

for a walk into town, past the green,

and what was the last bank in Beckenham, now being refurbished as I do not know what, flats I guess, 

past what was once the police station, now a restaurant, 

a few more restaurants and I was there, the doctors surgery for a 08.30 appointment to give a blood and urine sample for my yearly check up, all done and then a bus to Elmers End,

I called into Screwfix,

to pick up a tin of glue, I have a few jobs to do around the flat,

next a number 54 bus back home,

into the park where Diana had returned from work, so we had a quite afternoon,

in the evening I was out again,

and taking a train to Victoria, not this one, it did not stop!

after Victoria a tube to Green Park, it looked cool but it was a hot sticky evening, 

near the tube station the fountain looks so nice, 

onto Piccadilly, looking back the Ritz having a major refit, 

we have not been on one, but a great way to see London I guess, 

turning off of Piccadilly a short walk up this unassuming street,

which opened up into a square, 

where there were numerous restaurants, 

and pubs, and lots of traffic, 

and this is what I was looking for, 54 The Gallery in Shepherd Market, Fred Barrington, a member of the photographic club I belong to, is taking part in a joint exhibition of photography with James Kirkland, their images will be on display from 28th July until 3rd August at the gallery,

and here they are James on the left, Fred on the right, I was a tad early, but the good news was that I had the exhibition to myself to look closely at both photographers prints, 

Paul, also a club member arrived and had a chat with Fred, 

as it was empty I took a few photographs of the ones on display, 

so many to look at, 

and there was another room,

where Fred and Paul were chatting, I also had a word with Fred who as usual was totally unselfish with his advice, I learnt a lot about 'metallic' papers used to print prints on, 

next a move for home, leaving the gallery I retraced my steps home,

arriving in Beckenham a walk past Foxgrove Lodge and into the park and home, where it was time for our evening meal, then feet up for a Midsomer Murder, one we had not watched for some time, it was now late, so just one from the It Ain't Half Hot Mum box before we were off to bed.