ANZAC DAY At 10:30 Brian came and told me not to start until 2 and work right through for an afternoon function. Not wanting to waste a fine morning I grabbed my camera gear and Jim’s bike and headed off for a ride.
I crossed Westminster Bridge and found that Whitehall was closed off by the police for a wreath-laying ceremony at the Cenotaph. I stopped and joined the crowd of onlookers and took a few photos of the band and the watching police then carried on up Whitehall past the Horse Guards and round two New Zealand News UK [a publication devoted to New Zealanders living in the UK] to do a message for Brian. After that I rode round behind the Horse Guards to The Parade Ground, back out onto Whitehall then down past the Houses of Parliament and across Lambeth Bridge.
I bought a can of Coke and sat up on the edge of the Albert Embankment and watched life rolling by on old Father Thames. A busload of Japanese tourists arrived and scampered round for ten hectic minutes, taking photos and jabbering, then rushed back onto the bus just as fast as they had arrived. After half an hour or so I jumped back on the bike and peddled back to the pub.
CurseOfTheTraveller 