I'm going to sprinkle you on my toast every morning

This trip is the first time in nine years we've been in the northern hemisphere outside of the summer season. Memories long faded from my life in the sun are coming back to me ... tying my jacket around my waist when I go into a store or building ... waking up to my nose feeling like it's stuffed with sawdust because the heater was on all night ... rain that's not really rain but mere spit from a fickle cloud.  In Oz, I step from the refrigerated indoors to the heat of an oven outdoors, and here it's the opposite. 

Today we began using our 6 day London Pass to see the tourist sites.  Buying the pass a few weeks ago was a deliberate strategy on my part to ensure we kept our vow of making the most of our time here.  Both of us are notoriously consistent at eschewing the fun stuff in favour of being responsible and 'getting on with things'.  Not this time baby!

We spent several hours at the Tower of London, a historic castle on the banks of the Thames River, which is a royal palace and was famously used as a prison for several hundreds of years. From there we visited nearby All Hallows by the Tower church, which is the oldest church in London and predates the Tower of London by 300 years.  There's an Italian cafe across the road that serves the most delicious, lightly toasted baguette sandwiches, which, when accompanied by an Earl Grey tea and a skinny cappuccino respectively, hit the spot perfectly.

Quote of the day: "Not to worry, you're going to be cremated. I'm going to sprinkle you on my toast every morning" - Me, on Mat's comment that he wouldn't want to be buried in a crypt.

Cheers for now!

Keep the peace,
M