Different View

Carys and I were making a final trip to the Royal Opera House. I waited for her to finish class and meet me, but my normal place on the terrace was heaving so I brought my drink out onto the balcony overlooking Bow Street. So peaceful.

We enjoyed the ballet but for once didn't wait at Stage Door for a number of reasons, the most pressing for me was that the trains were not playing ball and I did want to get home.