A walk in the park

 

This was the tracked part of today's walk, but it was longer than that, as you will see.  The Swan Whisperer and The Boy have gone off on a hike somewhere, to include the Parkland Walk and  perhaps a little more of the London Loop, so I arranged to meet the Daughter and Boy Too at Green Park Station.  This made me go on the Tube - had we met at Victoria, as originally planned, I'd probably have bottled it and gone on the bus.  I've been using buses all along, but have been on no other form of public transport since February 2020!

Anyway, I had to walk into Brixton, as I had mistimed the buses and it was quicker to walk than to wait.  Tube duly mastered, helped by Shostakovich on the headphones and the new Jodi Taylor on the Kindle, we met at scheduled.  We walked down through Green Park, pausing outside Buckingham Palace to pay our respects (and being amused by the sea of press vans - why, when the funeral will be at Windsor and there is simply nothing to see at Buckingham Palace except the Union flag flying at half-mast?), and then into St James' Park.  Boy Too had been longing to see the pelicans, and we were not disappointed! 

There were plenty of other birds, too, and we walked the length of the lake identifying them.  And so into Horse Guards, and then we walked along Whitehall, turned the corner into Victoria Street and walked up until we came to a Pret a Manger, where we chose our various lunch options.  I don't know whether it's because of the pandemic, but they don't have the range of sandwiches and cakes they used.  What they do have is delicious, though, but not a wide choice.  

I had a high protein salad, which was smoked salmon, hard-boiled eggs, avocado, spinach and edamame, and very good it was too.  And a grape and elderflower drink, which was lush.  The Daughter had an egg mayonnaise sandwich and crisps, and an apple drink, and Boy Too had a half-baguette with ham and gherkins, a rather solemn (or "worthy" said the daughter) cookie and an iced tea.  We took them  back across the road to the little park in Victoria Street to eat them (that's the wiggly bit on the map!), and sat in the sun until the sky clouded over rather ominously and it got a bit cold.  Whereupon we decided to call it a walk, and walked up Victoria Street where the Daughter and Boy Too went to get the Tube home and I decided to get a No 2 bus.  And then there was a 35, so I got that, deciding I couldn't be bothered to look in Tesco's to see if they had any British asparagus (Lidl didn't - I did have a quick look in there; asparagus, yes, but not yet British), and so home. And look - this doesn't happen often: