After the unsavoury din of politicians sniping at one another, a TV programme about Thomas Heatherwick inspires and restores sanity to the world for a few minutes. He is the man who among other achievements master-minded the cauldron with its separate fire-breathing stems spreading and closing like a flower at the opening of The Olympic Games last year, and the giant cube for the UK pavilion at the World Expo in Shanghai, from which emerged like the prickles on a shining hedgehog 66,000 "windows" at the end of 7.5 meter long glass tubes each containing a seed. It was voted the the number one pavilion of the 250 in the show. Now, with the approval of the London Mayor, Boris Johnson, he is working on an idea, a dream of the actress Joanna Lumley, to build between Covent Garden and the South Bank a zigzag bridge across The Thames in London, with walks and look-out points interspersed among trees and flowers.
Woken by thunder and lightening last night I am reminded of childhood. "They're moving the furniture if Heaven, " and old lady, I can't remember which one, used to say. My Mother meanwhile who was scared of thunder, determined not to pass on her fear to her children, would move about the house covering mirrors and drawing the curtains, while she intoned, "lovely thunder, lovely thunder." So for me, if only on her authority, thunder storms have always been lovely.