Later in the morning, we set out for a 3-hour walk up to the poet John Keats' home in Hampstead. It was a delightful though tiring walk. We wandered along the picturesque canal, passing old and new houseboats and barges, and occasionally being passed by bikers and runners and other walkers. We paused for lunch at the top of Primrose Hill, where we sat on the windy summit and enjoyed sandwiches and chips and lots of water and lemonade, looking out over the London skyline. As I scanned the people resting at the top of this fairly steep climb, I was proud that we were easily the oldest ones up there!
|Primrose Hill, London|
On our way back to the hotel, we rode on the top deck of a bus as it barged its way through the crooked streets -- a bit of a harrowing experience for me.
Dinner was a spinach and mushroom pizza and fishcakes at an outdoor cafe, and then a walk back on a lovely London evening.