Sunday, August 12, 2007

Not much new

We took our bikes out on Friday for a 90 minute ride around the neighbourhood. We are lucky living on the escarpment and having wooded areas nearby.

This view looks out over the west end of the city and you can just make out the bay and Lake Ontario.

This is a short cut we use so we don't have to return home the same route. What you don't see are the streets and houses at either end. Rather deceptive isn't it.

Finished just this morning. Again a book best borrowed from the library unless you are a true collector. It was an interesting, if light view of a short period in time. I thought she brought the people and the times to life with just enough name dropping to be fun. The book contains black and white photos.

The Perfect Summer by Juliet Nicolson

Publishers Weekly:
The granddaughter of Bloomsbury notables Vita Sackville-West and Harold Nicolson chronicles the minutiae of the hot, sunny summer of 1911, when the rich crammed in a succession of parties as industrial strikes almost brought the country to a standstill, and WWI loomed on the horizon. Under Nicolson's lavish attentions, "upstairs" and "downstairs," the weighty and frivolous spring to vivid life. While Mary approached her upcoming coronation as queen with dread, Leonard Woolf fell in love with his Cambridge pal's sister, the budding novelist Virginia Stephen. The bewitching marchioness of Ripon arranged for Diaghilev's Ballets Russes to perform at Covent Garden, and the Times revealed that certain servants were selling juicy tidbits about their aristocratic employers to American newspapers. Trade unionist Mary Macarthur's fight for women's rights meshes artfully with racy novelist Elinor Glyn's adulterous affair with ambivalent lover Lord Curzon. Lady Diana Manners's tart observations of her debutante season segue to a rendezvous between a footman and a kitchen maid. Drawing on a wide variety of primary sources—from Churchill's memoirs to the tell-all What the Butler Winked At—journalist Nicolson's debut, a British bestseller, serves up a delightfully gossipy yet substantial slice of social history.


Jean Pierre said...

those pictures look very pretty!

i know what you mean about how deceptive they look - there are a lot of photos of oxford that give one a misleading impression of how it looks. it seems a lot more spacious in photos, but in real life everything's on top of each other and the colleges are literally right in the middle of the city.

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Tracey said...

Still lovely to have both the view, and that little track as part of your ride! And 90 minutes?! I'm impressed!

Carl V. said...

Such beautiful pictures. That is a very deceptive picture, it looks like a woodland path into the great unknown.

that is a good bike ride. With the temps what they are here, I'm not sure I could sit outside for 9 minutes, let alone ride a bike for 90! ;)