The Queen is away enjoying the Commonwealth Games in Glasgow and sneaking into an athlete’s selfie. She was in london on Wednesday, that I know, because I took a group to the guard change and the royal standard was flying above Buckingham Palace.
The guard change is something that never fails to delight. Maybe it’s something to do with AA Milne.
There are guides who wear high heels to work, and although I amy admire them, I am not one of their number.
High heels and I do not have an illustrious history. Even in fairly low heels I struggle, and have a lamentable tendency to look like Dick Emery in drag. For non-UK readers that reference may mean nothing, but I suspect if you trawl YouTube and search for Dick Emery, Oh You Are Awful, you will understand.
Last year I invested in a pair of Keen sandals.
You couldn’t call them discreet.
I was outside St Paul’s this morning, waiting for a family who had booked a guided tour of the cathedral and its environs with me, when three chaps rode up on their bikes.
They chatted a while, and then asked me to take a picture. I complied and asked them what the occasion was.
St John’s Cyclists
I am having a few days off, back for a tour of Denmark Hill and Camberwell this Sunday morning at 10.45.
In the meantime, some pictures from the last few days.
Many thanks to the Latin group who came around the City with me yesterday.
You were great.
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For some, the experience is more serene.
This hotel in Holborn for instance.
The manager of the Rosewood seems to be a bit of a tennis fan.