At St P

St Pancras.
I often text hubby when I’m travelling to and from London with a ‘At St P’ so he knows I’ve arrived there.

Only have four more Mondays looking after gorgeous grandson.
I will very much miss my Mondays spent with him although I won’t miss the travelling (esp with train/tube strikes and the dreaded Sunday engineering works and bus replacement services).

St P was looking as grand as ever in the evening sunlight.
Thought it worth another blip.