Moon

Heath took himself off to central London to do a bit of sightseeing, while Fred and I faffed about at home. We eventually trotted out of the house and walked to Brixton through Brockwell Park. We stuck to the tarmac since the ground was completely sodden. Brixton was full of the bustle of sales shoppers, but we slalomed through them to the Tube station and headed north on the Victoria Line to Vauxhall to walk along the south bank of the Thames. We met up with Heath outside the Watercolour Gallery, which is always worth a nosey. He was pretty knackered having been on his feet in busy London all day, so we jumped on a train at Blackfriars.

Back at home, we played three games of Scrabble and Fred won each of them. I'm clearly losing my knack.