26 July 2015
If the first part of our London adventure was mostly about graffiti, the second half was going to be mostly about flowers. The graffitifest was a sweetner to stop CJ complaining too much about what was to come. Chelsea was next on the agenda, a certain physic garden to be exact, and I wasn’t entirely sure CJ was going to find it as exciting as I did. Although he didn’t know it, my itinerary was fairly ambitious distance wise too. CJ walks a fair bit but I thought a half marathon, plus some, might stretch him a little so I’d broken it down into segments, “just over three miles to Chelsea, are you OK with that? We can always get the tube?” So far he was fine but we’d walked less than four miles. Still, the rain had turned to drizzle and, being London, there was plenty to take our minds off both rain and miles. Continue reading I don’t want to go to Chelsea