The rain has had no problem keeping up with me these last three weeks. After an exceedingly wet and dismal Bournemouth, Guernsey, and Jersey, I now arrive in a soggy London congested with extinction rebellion activists who actually delayed my friend on our night out at the theatre.
For one who has braved all manner of travel obstacles, I find myself losing patience, having one thing on my mind, and that is getting together with my daughter, son-in-law, and granddaughters in California. Even though I’ll be visiting Washington D.C. and Chicago on the way back, they will take a back seat to my return to San Diego.
I can’t say I am particularly motivated on this visit but there are a few things on the list. Theatre, check! Ronnie Scott’s Jazz Club, the Tate Modern, and the London Film Museum are yet to be tallied up.