An afternoon in London

After waving goodbye to our great friend Dougan and my lovely family in Bath I ran up an endless flight of stairs with a 30 kilo suitcase to miss my train by seconds. I nearly cried dramatically on the platform but people were staring. So I composed myself and caught the next train in to Paddington

On the journey I listened to Bill Johnson's acclaimed New Wine evening session which was fantastically inspiring. I was challenged once again to be excited by difficulties and not overcome by them.

My purpose was to collect my new SA passport from the consulate in Trafalgar square. I rushed to excess baggage, leaving my cases with relief and made my way to the tube. Five minutes after entering the consulate I was out with passport in hand and slightly overwhelmed by the ease of it all. In order to regroup I needed a Frappucino.

It amazes me how English stores can heat things up so efficiently in winter and yet in summer everyone has to sweat over their purchases. Perhaps they don't really believe it can ever get hot enough. Well today was sweltering.

I had a lovely long browse over all the London guides in waterstones book shop savouring the fact that I had twenty four hours of solitude in the big city. I thought I might be inspired. In the end I thought Liberty's was the best bet for a complete girly London experience. The next inspiration I had was to take a taxi.

Being personally chauffered down Regent street was completely fantastic and I think I would struggle to go back on a bus again if I lived in London. Also despite my secret fears the fare ended up only being 50p more than a bus fare. It just shows being cheap isn't always wise!

Libertys was all I had expected and I think their shopfitters were genius in placing the flower shop in the porch (you get hit with a sensual experience as you walk in and are removed temporarily from normal life) and then the stationery and chocolate halls beckon first. I was offered samples of champagne truffles and spent 45 minutes in that section alone. A brief interlude in the perfumer led me to the linen and bathroom halls. I whisked through the shoes and bags and after buying some little treats as gifts or maybe just to keep, I walked out onto Carnaby Street. By that stage everyone had hit the streets after work.

Having never lived in London during the true summer months I have never enjoyed the atmosphere here when people leave their little office holes for some evening sunshine and balmy fresh air. It is truly pleasant, a quality I have never associated with London!

So I am now sitting in a very eclectic little wine bar drinking a glass of champagne and not feeling in any rush to leave. It will be light for a while. I have changed my heels to my trainers and may even brave a walk back to the tube picking up some street vendor food on the way. I feel after liberty's, champagne and taxi it is time to savour the more down to earth side of London. Perhaps a kebab...
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