Walkway

A late start. A leisurely breakfast. It must have been getting on for noon, as I was lolling on a sofa in the hotel's foyer with the latest in a series of coffees from the buffet, that the thought crossed my mind, "Better get out there I guess".

I separated from my lot at Bank, at the entrance to the Central Line, them heading west to Oxford Circus, me east to Liverpool Street. And then we all met up later at Tower Bridge for me and my youngest to go up to the walkways, the ones with the glass floors. She'd been before and was completely nonchalant about it all, I was fine once you'd took that first step.....a little disconcerting initially but then great fun. 

Glass