A train ticket from Paddington Station (to where?) that the Author purchased from a charity shop. Alas, the ticket is no longer valid for use.
Seeing double? This wonderful stereogram of the Forth Bridge was produced in 1896,6 years after it was completed. The Forth Bridge is, perhaps, the Author’s favorite bridge, and she recalls fondly the many journeys she took over it en route to St Andrews.
Mr. Henry Edward Schallenberg has broken through the walls of his tomb and wanders the streets of New Orleans.
But perhaps he comes home every once in a while and hangs out.
The Author is a self-professed fan of trompe–l’œil letter rack paintings, so imagine her delight to see a letter rack in practice at the Brooklyn Museum. The Author fancies making her own letter rack.
This warrior (Athena?) has her priorities right. Guard Aslan!
Some pine trees gasp for fresh air through the deep snow in the Austrian Alps.