Purveyor of Bollocks to the Crowned Heads of Europe
Saturday, 22 July 2017
Through a glass darkly
In the process of thinking things in and out of existence, some of them get forgotten.
There being no need for a ferry since the bridge was built, they buried the medieval street which runs along the outside edge of the North wall at the back of our house, and now the external windows either side of it face internally onto a restaurant.
Around the same time that the defunct lane became unusable, the fashion for half-drowning cuckolds in the river fell out of favour too, so they dismantled the ducking-stool.
Edinburgh has a forgotten street I am told, but judging from the photos I have seen, it is full of scary actors and tourists these days.
I heard that 'they' have half-buried a luggage trolly in a brick wall somewhere near Kings Cross Station, and for a mere £9.50 you can have your photo taken as you crash your way into Platform 9 3/4 and Diagon Alley.
We all need a bit of mystery and romance in our lives, and my latest bit is this glass roundel which once let light through a late 16th or early 17th century window in a building which I guess has been long forgotten.
I sometimes look through it and expect to see the blurry images of late medieval passers-by on the other side. I couldn't afford John Dee's obsidian mirror.