I wouldn’t recommend London in November if you have a choice. The weather is wet and miserable (I’ve barely seen a blue sky since I got here), the trains and shops are crowded out with irritable suburbanites ‘up’ in ‘the city’ doing their shopping and the daylight hours are getting so short they’re practically non-existent.
I didn’t want to come back in the first place, which hasn’t helped, but I needed to sort things out with the flat so that I had some kind of rental income. Now, exactly a month later, I am headed back to where I left off.
Well not exactly.
This time I am going to start at the other side of the continent. Just in case it all goes tits-up and I have to cut short again (yes I’m such an optimist) then this way at least I will have got to Argentina, something I’ve wanted to do for a long time.
To be continued…
Meanwhile, whilst I fly across the huge pond separating me from America, here are some photos from the past month in London. I haven’t done much; in part that was because I’ve been busy with the flat, but the awful weather hasn’t helped either.