We got up and out much earlier this morning, heading for Westminster Abbey, Trafalgar Square, and paddling about the Serpentine.

Wanted to take a photo of the Newton at Newton's grave, but was thwarted. It's an absolute crime that they disallow photography in the Abbey. Prohibiting flashes is one thing, but to funnel all rememberances through the gift shop just seems bad form.

Got some really nice panoramas of the outside in progress with DoubleTake, and they'll be uploaded to flickr as soon as I get them done and up.

Nelson's Column was shrouded in scaffolding and some sheeting of some sort.

Retreated to the comfort of the Sherlock Holmes pub. At least it wasn't on Baker Street.

Though I was ostensibly the only one who would be manning the oars, they charge £6/hour for each person on the boats. Ridiculous. So we hired it for just a half hour for £8, and Amber took a turn manning the craft.

After all this, we made it back to Regent's Park for a picnic before the evening performance of A Midsummer Night's Dream. My first non-high-school performance of Shakespeare. It was wonderful. Topped off by a few Boddington's Draught Bitters at intermission.

Got back to the hovel around midnight, and crashed.