I was down here on Saturday on a London Urban Sketchers' Crawl. I also said I wasn't going to come back as it's on the other side of town to me. So on Monday morning I was heading for Sloane Square and a no. 22 bus. Not that I would dare to add to the great works of P L Travers but if Mary Poppins were ever around, the boy would climb down from the lamp post, the street signs would point the way to all sorts of impossible destinations; and of course one would be flown there sitting on the Sphinx bench.
and the Indian ink one