5th july 2004
Because there isn't Room
Having been impressed by the quality of this one by Striatic, I got myself a keychain camera and hied me to Bunhill Fields to play among the graves.
From top to bottom: detritus on the tomb of John Bunyan; the fig tree which overhangs Blake's tombstone, and the ding an sich.
Presumably whoever planted the fig (it's not that old) was thinking along the lines of trees filled with angels, Edenic aprons and Blake and his wife's Lambeth capers in their garden.
Later in fashionable Hoxton, dinner with embleton in a Now Why Didn't I Think Of That restaurant which used the Silk Road as its premise: if it's On the Road, they cook it. The Uzbek tomato salad was excellent, and the wheat beer? Dutch monks, they must have done it overland. The Dutch get everywhere.
