Lunch with the poet

They always say you should never meet your heroes, but when you have the opportunity to have lunch with William Blake (1757- 1827) (of Tyger-fame) and his wife Catherine Sophia (1762-1831) in London, how can you say no? 
They had by their side a wonderful tree with inviting seat-shaped roots, and off to the left the attention-seeking Daniel deFoe (1660-1731).

A silent crowd

Sometimes you can only sort out your thoughts in a crowd of strangers, today was like that. I'm thankful to Alfred (1839 - 1930) and Alma Sandwall (1846 - 1915), for providing a free bench for me. Even though they had gathered quite a crowd around themselves there was a welcoming calmness where I sat, at the edge of the group, and drank my coffee in silence.

Hidden beauty

Today was another gray day., so shelter from the sun wasn't a priority. This is good, because otherwise I might not have notices Johanna Maria Alsin (née Uggla) (1793-1886). She seemed quite shy, but instantly noticeable. I sat down close to her and ate in silence, as I didn't want to seem a bother. Still, I think she enjoyed the company.

No lunch today

As the more astute of my non-excistant regular readers will have noticed, There was no quiet lunch update today this was because of a fairly successful exam-dinner that lasted most of the night.


This is mostly a filler post to make sure I keep the updating schedule up, but your reward for reading it is this picture of a semi-wild bunny eating grass I took while bringing my hangover pizza home.

Shelter from the rain

Today threatened rain in Borås. It was a good thing Algot Hegnander (1838 - 1904) had found a spot for us under a large tree with thick branches too keep us dry. Luckily the rain never came and we even enjoyed a few patches of sunshine, and quite a few bird serenades. It was quite enjoyable, and I left him a small lavender flower I found next to us.

Focault and coffee

It seems I chose an inopportune time for my lunch today. When I got to the park there were hardly any comfortable spots in the shade. Luckily I found Björn Johansson (1915-1969) resting under a birch tree in the lower end of the park, I joined him there with my coffee and "The Order of Things". Sadly, neither of us had anything new to offer on Focault, though obviously for different reasons.

Following a Rabbit

Today, while walking in the park looking for company, I saw a small rabbit on the path. I decided to follow it until it disappeared into a small hedge. On the other side I found the entrance to small enclosure, and within I found Algot Reis (No dates given), but no rabbit. I joined him there within his small leafy fortress, and had my lunch. Sadly, the absence of grass and abundance of ants made our interlude a regrettably short one. I suppose there's a lesson here about trusting rabbits to guide you...