Head Space Daily Words...

Today I had a work meeting in an office block/work space close to Tottenham Court Road. The building is relatively new, open plan, light and free, unlike the concrete, claustrophobic buildings of earlier decades. The meeting took place on the 10^th Floor and the view was incredible. Looking down upon the ocean green, glass roof of the British Museum, was breath taking. The dark, formal buildings of the City of London could be seen huddled together and from another view, the London Eye was staring back. Sights like this always make me extremely happy to live in London.

Having not been to the British Museum for many years, that is where I headed. A stroll along Bloomsbury Street and you are suddenly removed from the hustle and bustle of Tottenham Court Road and Oxford Street, taken away from the construction work going on at Centre Point and transported to the peace of tranquil old English streets, with picture postcard shop fronts. A right onto Great Russell Street and I had arrived at the British Museum.

Before going in, I took a diversion to the Camera Museum, on Museum Street. It is not really a museum but a café, with its basement room dedicated to cameras through the ages. Mounted on the walls are cameras ranging from 1907 to present day. It is a quirky little place, definitely one for camera lovers and the cameras are indeed interesting but the soup needs to find some serious flavour!!

On to the British Museum, with its splendid Roman temple style pillars.  As I queued to get in I couldn’t help but think of Ferris Bueller and his mates when they go to the art gallery – the sense that type of big, slightly stuffy, public museum can bring. There was an exhibition called South Africa The Art of A Nation, which didn’t set my pulse racing and cost £12, so I went into the Ancient Egypt section, a free area, which I can remember taking my kids to when they were little.  It is fascinating but either I wasn’t really in the mood for it, or perhaps it just doesn’t do it for me. Three thousand year old Egyptian artifacts are pretty impressive though.

Reemerging into today’s bright sunlight, I was back in peaceful old London town before swinging a right and a left and transporting myself back to 21^st century noisy Big Smoke, on New Oxford Street. Crossing the road took me past the building where my morning meeting had been held, before I weaved between the traffic in front of St Giles in The Fields church, then headed up Denmark Street, frozen in time with its numerous guitar shops. There are always two worlds in London - the old and the new and both live side by side. I took a short walk up Charing Cross Road turned left and headed down the steps of the newly reconstructed Tottenham Court Road tube station, before disappearing into the bowels of the city.