From the Tower

A decent night's sleep in the Tower Hotel in St Catherine's dock. Got up for breakfast but there was some mix up in the pass keys we had been given, but eventually we met up with others. Fiona and Paul, Moira and Jim. Nice relaxed breakfast. Jim an ecology professor and a very interesting guy. A good breakfast there. I'd enjoyed meeting the London nurses and some of their husbands lots. 

I was keen to get back home to Seaford, and left Lorraine to hang out with her old pals, enjoying a day of bus and river trips and a drink at lunchtime.

I hurried past the Tower of London, and decided to tube to Victoria. There I caught the Eastbourne train with five seconds to spare. Had been rushing for it as if it were a matter of life or death, which was very  weird and I still don't understand why it suddenly became so important. Home, and extremely happy to be dozing with cats and reading. Lorraine home early evening, and sinking happily into the sofa after lots of walking today.

Below snaps through the hotel window this morning. It had looked particularly lovely at night.