Crespuscular!, or What Happened At The End Of May Influences A Sunday Afternoon In August

A couple of months ago, at the end of May, I took Dave to Barnes to experience the chai latte delights of Orange Pekoe. (It’s beautiful. Go.) On the train, we spotted a tower in the distance that neither of us recognised, and we made a mental note to go searching for it at some point and find out what it is.

Around the same time, we learnt a new word: crepuscular, which is the scientific word for ‘god rays’ – those beams of light that shine between clouds. Needless to say, crepuscular has been embraced big time. If I liked those shiny beamy rays before, I like them even more now they have an awesome name!

So. It took until yesterday to go looking for this tower. We cycled round (I was – reluctantly – on a Boris bike) and saw nothing. Too many big buildings not giving a clear enough view of the skyline. Dave was convinced it was near Victoria. I was convinced it was further west. Time went on. We rode along the river and suddenly, looking north, we saw it! Beautiful, red brick tower of dreams…

We cycled up. I dumped the Boris. We made the final journey on foot. As we approach, it looks like it might be an office block or flats or something boring. We get closer, gradually glimpsing more of this red brick. It’s HUGE.

Turns out we were searching for Westminster Cathedral all along. (Not Westminster Abbey. We know what that looks like.) And what a cathedral it is. Huge. Brilliant. Red. Weirdly timeless.

But all that searching and shimmying around the streets of London was all worth it, because we got there just as there was a break in services on a Sunday. Which meant we could actually go in without, you know, taking mass or something ridiculous. And inside? All kinds of crepuscular!

All up in the massive high ceiling, shining all over the mosaic ceiling and walls and beautiful cathedral.

If we hadn’t spotted it from the train, if we hadn’t found out about crepuscular (thanks, Internet), if we had arrived at any other time, it just wouldn’t have happened. And I’m SO GLAD IT DID!

The end.


August 22, 2011. Tags: , . Jenny project, life. Leave a comment.

The Home Project

I had plans. Big plans. Blog plans. I was going to blog about the first six months of the year. About my trip to Italy. My thoughts on Caitlin Moran’s new book, How To Be A Woman.

But I didn’t.

A great huge time-hungry monster took over my life. That monster was moving house.

From around the 1st January this year, I’d been living on my own. Out of convenience, mostly. A big, beautiful, heavily subsidised flat in Camden (where I grew up) was just the ticket to getting me back on my feet. Somewhere safe and secure while I sorted my shit out and made my way further into the terrifying world of independence.

But that wasn’t sustainable. I like my own space and all that stuff, but it gets pretty lonely and exhausting doing everything yourself.

So it was all very fortuitous when a room opened up in a house of brilliant friends. Sad that it meant my friend Sarah moving away (come back — we’ll build an extra room in!), but happy that it means I’m surrounded by good, funny, interesting, entertaining lovelies.

So I’m settling in and putting all my books on approx half an inch of shelf space and remembering what it’s like to live with people again. It feels good.

All the pain of packing up stuff and sorting out moving my piano (oh yes, it’s still going) and driving a van and cutting my hand was worth it. Although I may never ever move again.

August 15, 2011. Tags: , , . Jenny project, life. Leave a comment.