Well, the excitement of Mel C was indeed hard to follow up. But somehow or other, London came through for me, with Wednesday filling Tuesday's large boots. First up, I paid a visit to the National Portrait Gallery (well it was actually free), and went to a fantastic exhibition of Irving Penn portraits (not free). I had lunch in the restaurant at the top of the gallery, which had a lovely view out over London.
Following lunch, I strolled through Trafalgar Square (all my photos of Nelson seem to chop off his head), through several lovely parks, to Knightsbridge (Canberra folk, I was looking for signs of penthouses everywhere so I could take a photo of a real Knightsbridge penthouse, but I came up empty), and the food halls of Harrods. I can safely say that in these food halls, I learnt something new. I did not realise that Liz Hurley has a line of beef jerky. Yes it is true - the (out of focus) evidence is below - and it is apparently guilt free.
Moving on from the hordes of tourists (such as myself) in the Harrods food halls, I went to the Museum of Natural History, which was really great, but which I will probably unfortunately remember most for being evacuated from - there was a practice fire drill as I was inspecting the sea creature fossils.
That evening Mandy and I had a delicious Vietnamese meal and walked home in the rain. Ah, London.
Yesterday I arrived back at my Aunt Amanda and Uncle John's house, and today we went into Cheltenham where my cousin Charlotte lives. The big mechanical clock below is in one of the shopping arcades, and apparently when I was very young I lay sprawled out on the floor with my cousin Georgina as the fish at the bottom blew bubbles from its mouth when the clock struck on the hour. There was no lying on the floor for me today, though my little cousin Tabbie, Charlotte's daughter, was a bit under-the-weather and she managed to throw some of her lunch on the floor. Poor Tabbie, hopefully she is feeling better tonight.
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