Staying with Anthony and Soph in St Johns Wood. Not sure things are too good between them, but they’ve made every effort to make us comfortable since we arrived at some ungodly hour this morning. Bloody Qantas lost Nadine’s bag.
It’s been years since I’ve been in London but it feels strangely familiar. Travel just gets under my skin. Is there anything that makes you feel more alive?
I’d forgotten that London feeling of being hemmed in by the clouds. They tell me Summer is coming but it’s still a chilly 12 degrees.
I think this trip will be good for Nadine. She hasn’t been to Europe before - she’s very wide eyed. And a bit quiet. I’m already plotting to drag her off to a few places against her will.
Off to Primrose hill to walk off the jetlag and catch up with Sophie. Then we’re heading into Soho for an early dinner. Before collapse.
Tomorrow the Tate Modern and a wander on the Thames.
