Alive

Don't worry. I am still alive even though I haven't blogged in a couple of days. 

Simon is now safe in the hospice and though we will see him again tomorrow,  this weekend Shirley and I took the opportunity to visit our lovely son Ian and his equally lovely girlfriend Sarah in their new home in Fulham, West London. It was the first time we had seen it.

We slept in the attic room which in spite of the blistering heat outside was very comfortable. The house was refurbished to a high standard by the previous owners and Ian and Sarah have enjoyed their first month living in the property.

It was great to see them. Together we visited The Tower of London for two reasons. Firstly, there was an amazing display of wildflowers in the former moat called "Superbloom" and then, secondly, as the sun was sinking, we attended the ancient "Ceremony of the Keys" which has been conducted every night for the past seven hundred years. It is the oldest extant military ceremony in the world.

We all slept soundly on Saturday night and then at lunchtime today we visited "The Captain Cook" pub in Fulham for Sunday lunch before Shirley and I headed back to St Pancras for our late afternoon train back to Sheffield. It was in fact cancelled so we had to board the very crowded 16.02 back to Sheffield. Thankfully, we bagged two seats.

There's more to be said in the week ahead and of course I snapped a good number of photographs too. So yes, still very much alive as Great Britain awaits the hottest temperature ever recorded in the next two days.

And, by the way, I have never visited a hospice ever before.

from Yorkshire Pudding https://ift.tt/KSGl9nL