Piccadilly Circus

I try not to go into the West End on a Saturday as it's full of people who are not used to London etiquette. Barging on the Underground was at it's peak this morning and pretty ugly in places.

I got out at Green Park, sat down and imagined I was sitting in a meadow with the sound of bird song and field mice running around.

Not one fore rash bouts of consumerism, I came away with some kitchenware from Fortnums thanks to Geekmeek's tip off and a coffee machine the size of a small French village.