After breakfast today we walked through the city a bit, discussing the killing room sat Smithfield (used to talk to a bloke who worked there - he said when it was new the killing rooms were 15' square. When he worked there they were 10' square because of all the blood and gore that was never cleaned off the walls - they only sluiced the floors.) Discussed when they used to drive the animals down to the market, through London, alive.
Then ended up near Monument - which none of us had ever climbed before, so we did.
And it was great. (As you can see, this morning we had a nice day...back to rain again now.)
Although the stairs are pretty tight!
And at the top, we were close to the flames (Which Sherlock wished were real...)
For those of you who don't know, the tower is exactly the same height as the distance it is away from the point at which the fire of London started. And the view from the top was pretty good too. I think John has a shot or two from up there.
It was pretty windy at the top, but well worth it. Could see all the landmarks - The Shard, The Gherkin, The Eye.
And this evening we've made the Christmas pudding. And I've felt vaguely guilty about not going to see Mum. I tell myself the weather down that way is so bad, with everywhere being flooded, that it would be hard to get there. But I could have, if I really wanted to. Think I'm just a bit scared, really.