a new sunset, and some strange bits of London (including Damien Hirst, and Trump Street)

The view from our hotel  room in Wimbledon - looking over the park where I took my first steps, and directly onto a path which was once covered in gravel - some of which is still embedded in my left knee, about six decades on.

Here's something that I definitely don't want for Christmas - a statue of St Bartholomew, by Damien Hirst, in the church of St Bartholomew;

and here's something ... well, know, he hasn't yet bought and renamed London - this has been Trump Street since at least the 1740s, and seems to be where trumpets were made - very suitably, though, it's pretty much opposite the weight of the world.