Day 198. Pipes, gardens and pure imagination.

When I first moved to London after university, the Crusting Pipe was a regular haunt of mine. Many a happy hour was spent sipping a glass of red and watching the opera singers or classical musicians. Today we took Bea and she absolutely loved it. This particular opera singer combined a magnificent voice with humour and a high level of audience participation.

After drinks we headed to the Drury Lane Theatre to watch Charlie and the Chocolate Factory and I indulged my long held crush on Douglas Hodge. He had some pretty big shoes to fill as Willy Wonka but it would seem his feet were a Cinderella fit and when he sang Pure Imagination I fell head over heels all over again.

Day 100. Pure imagination.

My hundredth post. Who'd have thought I'd make it this far and of course today, day 100,  I had nowhere to be and little opportunity for an interesting photo. So here's a staged one instead.

Most days I'm enjoying the challenge although some days I have too many photos to choose from and others hardly any - still I set the rules and the first rule of photo-a-day blog is don't mention photo-a-day blog. No, that can't be right, the first rule of photo-a-day blog is to only post a picture taken that day.

When I say I had nowhere to go today that's not quite true, I have spent an enjoyable few hours with friends, drinking wine and mulling over the pros and cons of rural Norfolk life. I'm not the only city girl from the North West to end up in these parts and it can still be a culture shock at times.

As one of life's dreamers I still imagine I'll end up living in a city again so when I saw this quote today my imagination went into overdrive, all the way up to 11:

If you don't build your dream, someone will hire you to build theirs.

Oh so true and it's all within my grasp; the only thing missing is a little bit of planning and then a leap of faith as I step off the 10m board. Hopefully there's enough water there to break my fall and I'll swim gracefully to the surface but if I don't try I may as well accept that I'll be coaching someone else to do it. Anyone else lost in this metaphor?

Day 100. A day of reflection.

And I wore fuchsia socks.