Atrium

I love the atrium in the British Museum.

Last day in London with the GCSE astronomy class. It was a bit like herding cats. They lost purses. And train tickets. And passports. Thank goodness for the staff at Tune hotel, who found one passport down the side of a bed after the little dears had checked out.

Two got lost in the airport between getting off the plane and getting into airport building. Unbelievable.

I'm glad to be home.