Return to London, a church and a saint

St Dunstan in the East

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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London’s burning

We had one full day in London, 4 May, and we planned to make the most of it. I had an overambitious list of things to see. We’d obviously never get through half of them, but we set out full of hope and tiny tingles of excitement. Our first train of the day would take us on the District line to Monument. After that, I planned to walk as much as possible and avoid the underground. On the way to Putney Bridge station, I stopped to look at the bookshop I’d noticed the day before. Never has a bookshop looked so packed or so inviting. The only thing stopping me from filling my bag with all the tomes I spotted was the thought of lugging them around London all day. If I’d gone inside, I may never have left.

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