Great day today. We set off through Symphony Hall and went past the new library,
impressive. Arriving in Chaberlain Square it was obvious that something was about to start but we had a destination, the Staffordshire Hoard in the museum. A cache of Anglo Saxon gold and silver found in a field by a metal detectorist. Fabulous, if you get the chance go and see it, the craftsmanship is exquisite.
On leaving the museum we were reminded that it is the fiftieth anniversary of Jamaican independence and it was party time.
From his pedestal Joseph Priestley was gazing down through the smoke of stalls serving jerk chicken, goat curry, fried dumplings and a plethora of other Carribbean dishes, at the stage where they were making music
that warmed even a wet Birmingham Saturday.
Meanwhile in Victoria Square the old queen
had her eyes firmly on the big screen that was showing the Olympics.
She wasn't alone in her support for Team G.B. Even the Floozie in the Jacuzzi had a new hat.
We lunched al fresco on jerk chicken and goat curry, delish! although I had forgotten what bony little devils goats are.
A stroll down New Street to Waterstones where we obtained Bradshaw's Canals and Navigable Rivers of England and Wales and three Robert Rankin books I hadn't read, the day just kept on getting better.
This chap's name is Andy Gayle, if you ever come across him busking with his little mate, take some time out and listen, he's a blast.
Then it was back through Symphony Hall to the boat.
It always puzzles me why they have a sculpture of a pile of dinosaur dung in front of the hall.
Watch this space...........
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