A London Eye Day

It's London Eye day for The Heiress and her Dad.  Isn't the view spectacular!?  In 2007, R and I climbed to the top of St Paul's Cathedral and emerged out onto a slim walkway which I swear slopped downwards.  My automatic reaction was to press my back against the wall and sidestep along the perimeter, pushed along by the crowd.  That wondrous view was slightly marred by the fact I was convinced that at any moment a gust of wind would take us all to our deaths.  Being inside an enclosed pod gels with my comfort zone a bit better and I so wish I were along for the ride.

This week has flown by for my dynamic duo, it has been a whirlwind of activity but their energy level is beginning to flag.  Our Skype visits at the beginning of the week were full of boisterous gestures and excited voices.  Last night, R struggled with the lid on a pot of yogurt as he tried to muster the energy to get on with their next journey to see The Ladykillers at the Gielgud Theatre.  The Heiress walked past the screen and waved 'hello' before flopping onto her bed.

My husband and I are two different sort of travellers.  My finely tuned itinerary would impress any world leader's personal assistant and there is no detail too small to jot down while on the fly.  R likes to roam and explore wherever the road takes him and as for taking notes...don't make me laugh.  But I do know that at some point today there will be two weary travellers soaring above the London landscape having the time of their lives.