I wandered back to Picadilly and puttered about. Eventually I found my way back to St. James' Park.
The entire park is closed off to cars on Sunday so I was able to walk from Admiralty Gate to Buckingham Palace on a road festooned with Union Jacks and people out enjoying the unseasonably warm weather.
There was still a healthy crowd at Queen Victoria's monument directly in front of the Palace. A MetroCop told me that that's the best place to watch the changing of the guard that happens each morning.
It was still a warm evening so I made my way to Mayfair going through the parks. Had dinner at a pub, the King's Arms and had a proper meat pie cooked in ale (note to chef, ease off the spuds!) and a pint of London's Finest.
And since I had all those carbs and beer in me, I thought, how about I walk back to Grim's place? So I walked through Hyde Park and Green Park (what a redundant name, eh?) and wound up at Kensington Gardens and boy did my feet hurt.
I need new custom made boots. I'm getting too many blisters on my little right toe....
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