Took a break from pressing buttons and rode the train to the big smoke. We stumbled around Camden in search of night, fell into a cafe just as it transformed into a kicking bass trap. Jumped up and down until the small hours when escape velocity carried us to our bed. Spring finally arrived the next morning, we took a long tube south, Vauxhall gave us a proper fry up and a chance encounter with an alpaca. Westminster yielded a pub of two halves, Islington delicious ale, Covent Garden a new taste of Indian delights. Dined with family. Planned a revolution. Penned a dream. Slept all the way home. Until next time.
03 Mar 2014