Bleary eyed, at five o'clock in the morning, we walked along Sussex Gardens from our Paddington hotel to Lancaster Gate Railway Station. We were on a tour, with a coach to collect us and take us to St Pancras Station where we would catch the Eurostar to Paris.
Knowing what I know now, we would not have bothered with the coach and just caught the Tube to Kings Cross, the station next to St Pancras. Instead of waiting for about half an hour for the coach after we returned from Paris, we would have certainly caught the Tube back to our hotel.
Paris? Magical. Eurostar? Brilliant, although not as good as Japan's Shinkansen.
But you know what I remember so vividly from the day? It was seeing my first squirrel in Sussex Gardens in the early hours of the morning. I was inwardly so excited, outwardly still and silent, unsuccessfully hoping to not disturb it. It was a great start to the day.
I found my photo of the squirrel, but I could not actually see it in the photo. Maybe digital photos fade too? Our friend from Japan who is staying with us looked at the photo too, and nor could she see it. My squirrel photo appears to be only a tree in a garden bed. There could be a bird in the photo though, startled by a squirrel running up a tree.
here, the squirrel must have been there somewhere in the photo. Never mind. This is an Acme Company generic squirrel photo. Cute, hey.
Later edit: It has been pointed out to me that red squirrels are not to be found in London, so no doubt it was a grey squirrel. Maybe cuter still.