A bright breezy afternoon, after the rain, and the grass on the Meadway roundabout was looking very well, with it only being cut from time to time and now showing a pleasant variety of wild flowers and grasses.
As previously noticed at reference 2, the liriodendrum was disappointing. It seems unlikely that we will ever get to Kentucky, where it is the state tree, to see a full size version.
A young lady wearing a complicated, white woolly dress. Rather fetching, if rather fancy, for the time of day.
A trespasser on the line at Victoria, but we made the management decision, on the basis of sketchy information, to abandon the tube train we were sitting on at Vauxhall, go back upstairs to catch another train to Vauxhall and so onto Oxford Circus by the Bakerloo Line. Half an hour late, so our picnic in Cavendish Square was canned in favour of a BH bite in the Beckstein Room, while I took a beverage. Amusingly, we were not the only people in that very tube train at Vauxhall heading for the Wigmore Hall, with the chap that we came across turning out to be sitting just in front of us. Hall fairly full; flowers previously noticed at reference 3 holding up well.
Trios excellent, in their different ways. With at least one of them, for me, echoing back to the music of the Renaissance, although the programme notes admitted no such thing.
I noticed that Faust's violin moved about more than Hahn's, as noticed at reference 4, and perhaps reflecting the fact this this music was less demanding technically.
Out to find a Tesla in Wigmore Street, equipped with a large computer screen, portrait orientation, between the two front seats and carrying what looked like a street map, perhaps the equivalent of one page of the large format AZ. So a lot more than what you get on the satnavs you see in taxis.
Followed in Oxford Street by the same competent busker on the keyboard whom I had noticed before.
Oxford Times, picked up at the Wigmore Hall, made a pleasant change on the rest of the way home from our usual diet of Standard and Metro. With the Oxford Times containing rather more of interest than either of them, reminding me of the Cambridge Evening News of my childhood. Much angst about council plans to buy up chunks of land for a flood prevention scheme. From where I associate to the red and white pole by the bridge over the Thames, once seen somewhere in the vicinity of Wallingford, marking a record flood rising some six feet above road level. At 25km not so far from Oxford at all.
Three well oiled young ladies at Raynes Park. One wondered where they were going to end the evening; hopefully not in the arms of some unpleasantly predatory young men.
With the good news being that, for once in a while, my Epsom issued Travelcard worked all the way and I did not need to summon help for any of the eight passages of gates involved.
It took a while this morning to work out what WoO was all about, but it was eventually tracked down to reference 1, being an abbreviation for the German for works without opus number - with the works with opus number being only part of the story. With there being so much of the stuff, that some works are only known by the numbers given by this or that of the various people who attempted the catalogue. I suppose that with anyone - for example Simenon - who publishes or published a great deal - there is going to be this more or less grey area. Stuff published in school magazines, stuff written on the back of restaurant menus, stuff written for friends and relations rather than for general consumption.
PS: while typing this, there was some kind of a thrush grazing on our back lawn. The warm weather and the rain have no doubt brought suitable food items to the surface; but for us, an uncommon visitor.
Reference 1: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/List_of_compositions_by_Ludwig_van_Beethoven.
Reference 2: http://psmv4.blogspot.com/2019/06/liriodendrum.html.
Reference 3: http://psmv4.blogspot.com/2019/06/trouts.html.
Reference 4: https://psmv4.blogspot.com/2019/06/hahn-violin.html.
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