Another cloudy day, but no hint of rain and none overnight. All good so far.
Margaret gets up early, she's off to Stonehenge and Bath for the day so we won't see her until later this evening.
Eve and I decide on the Victoria & Albert Museum as starters and are out of the hostel after a brief breakfast and the obligatory coffee and Skype sessions back home to see how Sue's holding up after her first day back at work.
Not well as she woke at 3.30AM and couldn't sleep after that.
Also work weren't expecting her back until Wednesday, so she went back a day early.
Anyway we set off for the 30 minute walk to the V and A and after 15 minutes I discovered I had forgotten my camera, so there are no pictures today-there are some, however they're on my iPhone and I can't access them until I get back home.
We finally got to the V and A after some geographical confusion once again.
It is vast, overwhelming, and after two hours I seem to have walked miles and just touched the surface. There is just too, too much to take in.
You simply can't read all the plaques on all the exhibits. I ended up doing a style of speed viewing, where I scanned the exhibits as I walked, stopping only at things that caught my eye.
After two hours I linked back up with Eve, who had gone her own way and we escaped, to go to the Natural History Museum, next door.
It was the same thing, just too much to absorb.
Next door the Science Museum. Again too much and in all of them too many kids making too much noise (for me anyway), though they did seem to be enjoying themselves.
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| Thames view from St Pauls |
No, not near, about 25 minutes walking away, but we're seeing lots of London.
There are lots of smokers in London and they're all in the streets, on the footpaths.
Lunch at St. Pauls, with the smallest large coffee I have ever had. The Cappuccino froth hid just a half cup of coffee-what a rip and it was in a church too!!
I must say the cathedral is very impressive, and I don't usually like churches and cathedrals. We all have an iPod, and listen to various commentaries depending on where we are in the church.
There was also the obligatory climb to the top of the dome, and the walk around the outside.
As I get older I find my head for heights receding. Funny so is my hair.
I wonder if the two are linked? I really felt quite uncomfortable climbing the spiral staircase, as we got higher, and I could see through the tread to the level below.
On the final gallery, outside with just a stone rail, I felt quite spooked.
After St. Pauls we jumped a bus to Trafalgar Square, free as the conductor's ticket machine wasn't working, then walked back to the hostel.
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