Back in central London after our rural rides, I found myself walking up Bond Street, surrounded by dinosaurs. Am I getting into the dinosaur era myself now? There are some wonderful clothes around, which I am obviously too old to even consider. But I’m still alive enough to appreciate them on other leggy, glamorous models, tottering along the sidewalk.
Hey you, that’s my handbag!
Jurassic Joy – head in the clouds …
In the evening, we were invited to a party in Notting Hill with no dinosaurs … only the international jet set. We came home on the number 9 bus via Kensington …
Party time in Notting Hill …
in the company of ‘not the international jet set’ – however, you never know Who’s Who these days … and that straw hat certainly looks like a one-off, unique piece!
Company on the bus …
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