High flyers.

We've been looking after Clare's mum and dad's dog for a few days and thought it'd be nice to show him a few sights of this marvellous city we live in. He went on his first tube ride and managed not to cock his leg on anything he shouldn't, which was nice. Then we took him on a round trip of the cable car. He was mightily impressed with the commanding views of Canary Wharf and the cement works below us. I tried to explain to him about the figure within Anthony Gormley's sculpture by the Dome but he didn't get it.
Scout only has little legs and by the end said he'd never walked so much but had had a great day and was knackered and wanted his tea?