This is not what you see while you're stuck in jets and airports for 28 hours. This is the view from the grass in Kensington Gardens. Sunshine, fresh air, quietness, and the freedom to stretch your legs: these are the antidotes to long flight lethargy.
If you think happier thoughts, can you make the flying stop again?
The flight from Melbourne to London was exceedingly tedious. No missed connections, no hold-ups, no terrorist scares, no baggage loss... The most excitement we had was when Lyn's handbag was pulled aside and sent through the scanner a second time - probably because the security guard wanted to take a picture of it to add to their "x-rays of fancy bags" photo-blog. Even with the bag re-scan we didn't get so much as a dirty look or a sideways glance from the guards. Seems we have to make our own excitement.
We almost did this afternoon. In the Serpentine Gallery we almost walked into the ladies toilets instead of the main gallery. The conveniences have glass doors, walls adorned with art works, and abstract symbols. These icons, viewed through art-attuned eyes, appear to be an ironic feminist critique of society's lingering paternalism: a stick figure in a skirt juxtaposed with a disabled stick figure, while the other small gallery was decorated with a male form and a non-descript figure changing a child. Maybe I was reading too much into the symbols, or maybe the line separating modern art from toiletary facilities is not as clear as one might expect.
More excitement. What is this? It was in a dense tangle of trees just near the statue of Peter Pan. Are there supposed to be possums in Kensington Gardens? That's what it looked lke to me, but I couldn't get close enough to tell.
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