Easter in Ealing

It's Easter, and hot. While blogging, I've experienced snow on Easter Sunday in 2013 (31 March, Poland) and in 2008 (23 March, England), but never 24C.

Below: St Mary's Church, Perivale, from the footbridge over the River Brent.

Left: blossom on Cleveland Road; massive, heavy flowers fill the sagging tree; a spectacular sight set against an absolutely cloudless blue sky and strong early afternoon sunlight.

Below: the water meadows of the River Brent at Perivale, part of the golf course, prone to flooding, so left fallow. But I feel once more I am in old Kentucky.

Below: lower end of Cleveland Park, towards Scotch Common. That verdure. Those blue skies. Perfection. I have waited all summer, all autumn, all winter for this moment.

Left: Pitshanger Park, a tree in blossom within a municipal setting; waste bin, bench, railings, all painted Corporation Green; the timelessness of Edwardian Ealing I sense.

I've said this before - days like this in Ealing I don't remember from my youth; days were cloudier then (the summer of 1976 excepted). Prolonged blue-sky periods were far rarer than they are now. Climate change is real - it's a part of our reality. Pleasant though it be to experience hot days in April, it worries me.

As it's Easter, here's Mott the Hoople to Roll Away The Stone (sha-la-la-la push-push). From 1973, when I was 16.




This time three years ago:
WiFi works on Polish train shock

This time four years ago:
My dream camera, just around the corner
[No, the Nikon Z6/Z7 don't make the grade]

This time six year ago:
Longer, lighter lens

This time seven years ago:
New engine on the coal train 

This time eight years ago
High time to leave the car at home

This time nine years ago:
The answer to urban commuting

This time 12 years ago:
Far away across the fields