Showing posts with label Philip Jackson. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Philip Jackson. Show all posts

Wednesday, March 01, 2023

RAF Bomber Command Memorial

London The Unfinished City

It was on my first visit to the memorial that I began to write more about London and its history, which led me to create this blog. 

London The Unfinished City

The memorial, itself, is an amazing piece of work that inspired me to write a number of pieces about it. That is how much of an impact that it had on me.

London The Unfinished City

Should you find yourself in London's fourth largest Royal Park, then you should definitely take in this huge memorial.

Sunday, September 04, 2022

Parliament Square: Statues

Parliament Square is a historic and symbolic garden area to the west of the Palace of Westminster.

I have walked around it on many occasions and have looked at the various statues, that peer down onto the tourists and passersby, but never really grasped the full range of people immortalised in the square.

Below are the statues, currently, spaced around the square.

London The Unfinished City
George Canning (Foreign Secretary 1807–1809 and 1822–1827; Prime Minister 1827) 
by Sir Richard Westmacott.

London The Unfinished City
Edward Smith-Stanley, 14th Earl of Derby (Prime Minister 1852, 1858–1859 and 1866–1868) 
by Matthew Noble.

London The Unfinished City
Henry John Temple, 3rd Viscount Palmerston (Prime Minister 1855–1858 and 1859–1865) 
by Thomas Woolner.

Wednesday, December 13, 2017

Bomber Command Memorial

London The Unfinished City
"... who now stood thankful, in the early morning sun."
The Bomber Command Memorial, Green Park, is, by far, my favourite memorial, in the Unfinished City. There are countless others that I have visited, but there is something utterly unique about this memorial.

I don't know if it is the sheer scale of the memorial, or the detailing of the statues, or its setting at the corner of Green Park, that makes this my favourite, but there is something that keeps drawing me back to it, again and again.

In fact, I was so moved when I first saw it, that I ended up writing a poem the following day, entitled 'Morning Sun'.