Watling Lane

Up at six to catch the morning flight to London. Finished our meeting's before five, so Nathan and I adjourned to The Olde Watling for a couple of pints before I headed to the airport for the nine o'clock flight to Singapore.

I always forget how much I like London; the bustling crowds largely oblivious to the movie set they're passing through.

There's more people outside the pub than in these days, with the doorway to Boot's filled with smokers from about five thirty onwards.