London, Now.

I’m in London, still, and I am very, very tired. Today, I looked at the tombs of Kings and Poets, stroked the stone carvings of their faces. I strolled along the Thames, bathed in the accents around me, and smiled big, silly, ecstatic smiles to be on the other side of the world, looking at things that were old before white man had even heard of Australia. There is nowhere I have to be, except where my feet and sense of adventure lead me. I have no obligations yet, and sitting sipping tea I pondered a guide book like the touristy traveller I am almost ashamed to be, and picked, based on proximity, the sites I would like to visit, and visited them. The Temple Church was closed until further notice, but rather than disappointed, I simply shrugged my shoulders and found something else to visit. In the evening, I ran late to see a production of As You Like It; I giggled though the first half, and struggled to keep my eyes open through the second half as jet lag hit. Tomorrow, I’m going to visit Shakespeare’s Globe.

Love you to wee bitsies and I mean it when I say I wish you were here.