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An easter by the southbank.

I spent a thoughtful easter .I needed some time to myself.I love walking the banks of Thames,I have had some reading to catch up on,four days of easter holidays are too much.I thought I could make it to Ireland at the last moment but then realised there is a proper visa process so I had to defer it.I have been meaning to catch some art-work in Tate's gallery.The last time I could just have a glimpse of the ground floor so I took a train to London bridge and walked the southbank.It is amazing how much of education one can get just walking that path.I walked into the Southwark cathedral where the easter service was going on ..the sound of the familiar hymn pulling me like a magnet,I felt at home immediately.
As I walked the southbank I gorged on the cold air,the Thames,the amazing colour,culture,buildings,ships,and the tourists just walking ...taking it all in.
I walked into the Tate's gallery..an amazing collection of artwork from around the world,different forms,gentle french of Monet,startling geometery of Picasso,stark eccentricity of SalvadorDali...As I read the finer prints it hit me again just how powerful art is as a medium of expression ,a medium of advocacy and a medium of recording history,'lest we forget'.
I was deeply touched by a new-york based artist Carrie May Coleen who had done a whole collection on apertheid.
There were pieces of work depicting different eras and expressions,I enjoyed the colour,I enjoyed the prose and the poetry and got educated on the power of art.
I bought some pretty knick-knacks,postcard sketchbook,a sketch pencil,t-shirts and a book in response to Sheryl Sandberg's 'Lean in'-'Lean out' by Dawn Foster a journalist and writer from London out of sheer curiosity because I had not really agreed with Sheryl's book so wondered what Dawn had to say.
Further on ,I sat on the bench by the seaside and read a few pages of the book.
I entered a pretty pink shop which had all sorts of hand-woven lamb wool ladies clothing.I could not resist a lamb-wool overcoat.I have never bought such an expensive piece of clothing for myself but I could not resist this since I had had a mind to buy an overcoat.
Unlike other times when I take the high-speed train to London ,I decided to take the slower train to Charing Cross or Victoria.Thank God I did.I saw spring in England ,instead of the grey industries which we normally cross.I saw herds of deer grazing,a LLama farm with llamas poring all over the green lawn,sheep farm,pretty little cottages and colour of the spring in England.A part of the garden of England as Kent is famously called,we never have time for to stand and stare at.
Not the predicatable easter but an interesting one .

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