A while ago, I began to tell you about our trip to London in May. Recent events meant I never finished the story, so I suppose it’s time to get back to it. When I left you, it was 4 May. The day before, we’d had a few issues with trains and visited the Imperial War Museum. This was our only full day in London, and I had a long list of things to see and do, most of which I knew we wouldn’t have time for. So far, we’d seen the monument to the Great Fire of London, stopped at Pudding Lane, and walked up a steep hill to look at a church that wasn’t there. After a bit of backtracking, and some grumbling from Commando, we finally found the church down a narrow alleyway I really should have spotted at the start. The alleyway was called St Dunstan’s Lane, and the church was St Dunstan in the East.
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