I know its not a great picture but I was driving past at 50 miles an hour at the time and had to be careful I didn't spill my pint.
Then into Twickenham, past the rugby ground.
Again trying to take the picture, drive and butter my toast meant I didn't have time to take a proper photo.
Into Richmond and the underground. Better picture as I was now of foot.
Caught the train to the city centre, it was clear I was not a local; I didn't have an oyster card, I gave up my seat to a middle aged lady and I kept giggling, saying "a train that goes underground, whatever next"
Got to the centre with time to kill so a quick visit to Starbucks, but the cakes weren't as nice as Gary's.
Finally got to the meeting, strange day, bit of an outsider.
Got home late.
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