Photos from Friday and Saturday in London and away . . . .
The Shard peeks through the leafless trees.
HMS Belfast and Tower Bridge, on a gray day.
Friday morning: a line for breakfast.
A lone daffodil.
My friend Robin lives in the mews on an estate. This view is from his front door.
IMPERIAL WAR MUSEUM:
The remnants of a Japanese fighter from WWII.
And this: the London flat of Captain William Bligh of the HMS Bounty:
The blue plaque marks the home. This is a block from my own flat in Lambeth North.
Easter Sunday 2018. London, England.
I attended the standing-room-only festive Choral Eucharist at Westminster Abbey this morning. Tourists were everywhere, but enough of us were taking matters seriously that I knew I was in a holy place.
On the way to communion, I walked right over David Livingston’s grave!
And the Dean himself, The Very Rev. Dr. John Hall, administered my communion this morning.
At noon, with the service ended, I found the sidewalks around the Abbey and Parliament Square and Westminster Bridge to be jammed with tourists on a very chilly early Spring day. So half-way back to my flat, I jumped on a bus for the final blocks.
Luncheon was a Sunday pub meal of pork roast, crackling, Yorkshire puddings, potatoes, carrots, broccoli, parsnips, and applesauce. And a Fuller’s London Pride. I couldn’t finish it all!
Oh — and kale. I didn’t even try.
Now for Evensong at St. Mary’s Bourne Street, with the Benediction of the Blessed Sacrament. The music list includes Harwood in A-flat, one of my favorite settings of the Mag & Nunc.