Purveyor of Bollocks to the Crowned Heads of Europe
Sunday, 16 April 2017
The streets of Jack the Ripper
Someone just mentioned that they would like to take an John Atkinson Grimshaw painting on a desert island with them to remind them of how much they loved the English weather. That reminded me that I once had a print of this painting on my wall as a kid, and that I too love some aspects of the English climate which foreigners find depressing.
I was about to say that there could be no better paintings for the covers of Sherlock Holmes stories, then I remembered that they have been used for just that. I think this was how I was introduced to Atkinson Grimshaw as a kid.
We are not very far away from the Victorian era. My grandparents were Victorians and my father missed being one by six years - the same number that I missed being a war baby. I can almost smell that wet street.
Still, I must not get ahead of myself. I have the whole of the Summer to look forward to before the damp Autumn nights return, but I can still look forward to them with relish.