Thinking about the joys of spring yesterday and the sudden upturn in the weather, I tripped out with my good friend Mr B for a sojourn around Kensington Palace. Public transport aside! (sadly my jolly chauffeur Mark does not work on Saturdays), Mr B and I met at the gates of the Enchanted Palace exhibition and enchanted it certainly was. Fanciful goings on are definitely going on there, with an awe inspiring set of installations within the palace rooms set parallel with a clutter of builders paraphernalia (i guess they were getting on with things behind the plastic).
We were warned upon entry that no photography was allowed (otherwise burly security men would be dispatched to wrestle us to the ground! I lived in hope and opened my shutter wide)! That aside, we were beguiled by what we saw. Some of my old mates (I spied Violetta) appeared in the Boudicca room, twirling from the chandeliers, making beautifully choreographed shadows like a fantastic video projected on the madly patterned and gilded walls.