Body still not on London time. Wake most of night and slept ‘til mid morning, so missed valuable sight-seeing time! Ah, well. A lovely day in every other way. After a somewhat dazed and confused morning, we got some food in us before lunch and boarded a city tour that included St. Paul’s Cathedral and the Tower of London. St. Paul’s was very beautiful, as I expected it would be – the double pleasure came in discovering it is the home of one of my favourite liturgical paintings - Light of the World by William Holman Hunt. It was just so awesome to be able to see the original. Stunning architecture. Overwhelming history ... and not too many pigeons. Where is the lady who feeds the birds, tuppence a bag?

The Tower was spectacular and I haven’t climbed that many stairs in a long time – sorry Mr. Stairmaster. Can’t wait to see the next season of The Tudors, having just seen from whence Anne and Katherine were dispatched. More walking – more bridges. Tower, London, Millennium. Also saw the Thames flowing in two directions at the same time – out to sea and in with the tide. Remarkable.

Glorious weather. And beautiful English gardens. Happy.