London Pride

You could not miss that it’s pride in London this weekend.

A mixed day; daughter was ill so I put her on an early train and decided to have a London day myself. Eurostar was delayed this morning, and chaotic as they had to change the train for another one. Hotel is much as described; basically a hostel with private rooms. So I’ve done some wandering to old haunts, watched Belgium deservedly beat a team of Brazilian cheats in a pub in Bloomsbury, shopped in Forbidden Planet and soaked up the atmosphere. Not sure of plans for the morning. Maybe see the planes at Buck house.