Very early this morning, I boarded a train to London to attend a meeting for work. I haven't been to London on my own since I was 18. I felt quite proud of myself negotiating the crowds, the underground and arriving at my destination early. I even had a chance to sit for a moment in Soho Square.
It all then went a little pear shaped, I had gone to the wrong office. I was in the West End and I needed to be in the City! The office were I was were very helpful indeed and ordered a Taxi to take me across town to where I should have actually been! It was a rather nice journey, saw lots of sights from Shaftesbury Avenue to St Pauls and Chinatown. It was kinda funny being in a people carrier with blacked out windows. But boy did I feel a Muppet and this is why I shouldn't leave Norfolk alone!
After my meeting on the way back to Liverpool Street Station, I marvelled at the exceptionally tall buildings and some of the architectural beauties of some of the buildings. I always love Leadenhall Market and always smile as I pass the door of the Leaky Cauldron from the Harry Potter film.
There was still quite a lot of Olympic stuff around - I got to see a Wenlock and lots and lots of poster and bunting. On the train home there was also quite a good view of the Olympic Park. I must confess though I was very glad to get back to Norfolk!