Departures

Good night’s sleep? Check. Foot considerably less painful? Check. I’m giving full credit to the pint of Fuller’s London Pride last night. Medicinal, obviously. Doctors hate this one weird trick.

It’s not even 10am and I’m already on the Stansted Express, waiting to roll out to the airport. Peak efficiency, or just a very committed escape. You decide.

So it’s farewell to London for the second time in three months. Spring, I’ll see you there. Three full, fascinating, wonderfully varied days, and as always, I’ll save the proper reflecting for when I’m back home with a cuppa and my feet up (the better foot, anyway).

Cheerio for now, London. Keep the Pride cold. 🍺🚆