Indulge me please.

I am just about to take off for Africa once more, but before that there was an important mission to fulfil: I had to buy a hat.

 There is a wedding in the ravishing little Oxfordshire  village of Blewbury more or less the day I get back from Africa. It risks being quite a smart wedding. To be on the safe side I decided to organize my hat buying before leaving.  Indulge me therefore while I revel in some unrepentant girly narcissism for just a little while. Soon, soon I will be talking endlessly about all the African adventures and hardships which will no doubt befall me. 

I did buy one of these following hats. I wonder if anyone would be able to guess which?

This one wasn't too bad..

                                      

 Mother of the Bride...?

 Pedestrian...

This one was called 'The Audrey':

 The Canadian Mounted Police look..

HELL no!

Maybe.?

I like it , but too beachy?

 Tiring stuff this Hat buying business..

And last night I went to Europe House- that lovely place which has acted as a hub of socializing for me whenever I have been back in London over the last twelve years- Jeremiah has organized a multitude of great exhibitions there, and last night was just one of these- the Czechoslovakian photographer Dagmar Hochová  whose great pictures captured the Soviet invasion of ’68 but also just fleeting moments of life in joyful and sometimes startling images:

Speak soon from  more southern climes...