Bunhill Fields

London this afternoon - last time for a while.  Rather than the usual picture grabbed at Kings Cross, or on the train, as sometimes happened, tried to be a bit more organised so popped into Bunhill Fields.  Except I was in a rush as ever, so it's not a great picture.  I should have stayed and got a good picture. 

Despite passing Bunhill Fields so often, have spent very little time in there, which given the significance of the people buried there is a bit of a crime.  

The boys had their introduction to their new nursery today. The eldest will be absolutely fine and they were very impressed with him getting stuck in and not looking back.  I'm far more worried about the youngest who clung to me for dear life the whole time.  We back there on Thursday and I'm leaving them for an hour or so.  Feeling so desperately sorry for the youngest who won't be able to understand why I'm suddenly going to be leaving him 5 days a week.  I know he will get used to it (and grow to love it), but it makes me very sad.