Waterloo, Westminster, toilets, coffee and graffiti

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26 July 2015

Saturday night and I was feeling quite despondent. The forecast was for rain over the next few days. I could see my planned walks evaporating before my eyes. To cheer me up Commando went on line and booked two tickets to London.
“You can go exploring with CJ while I’m doing my fifteen mile marathon training. Even if it rains you’re sure to find something interesting to do.”
A couple of hours later after a lot of Googling and poring over maps, I had a plan that would keep CJ interested and take us to some of the more unusual sights in London. If it rained too much we could always seek shelter in a cafe. Continue reading Waterloo, Westminster, toilets, coffee and graffiti

The dash for the finish line

Tower Bridge
Tower Bridge

26 April 2015

By quarter to twelve, when I finally made it to Tower Bridge, almost three hours after I’d set out, I’d walked eleven or more miles, rather than the seven I’d planned. The noise of the crowds told me I was there before I even saw it and, once I was on the bridge, they got thicker and thicker until I had to literally push my way through. Once or twice I may have mentioned how much I hate crowds. Being short, I can’t see anything and they make me feel panicked and claustrophobic. By the time I got to the other side I was close to tears and disoriented. Continue reading The dash for the finish line