On the train back to London I saw lots and lots of rows of brown boxes – the housing architecture is very much the same everywhere-, several ponds with a man ( I presume, but do not really know that they were not females) sitting on a stool fishing every 5 m or so around the edge, several groups of people shooting things in the sky, a few canals with barges. The train tilts when it goes around corners – I did not know that on the way up and maybe that’s partly why it felt funny.
In the afternoon I went to evensong at Westminster Abbey. There was a queue and I was watching as the people dressed respectably in suits were ushered into the choir stalls ( apart from the ones to be used by the choir) and the rest directed to hard looking smallish chairs. It was clear which were the more desirable seats so I asked if I could sit in the stalls – there were several seats left and a gentleman in his tails ushered me into a vacant seat. If you don't ask you don't get. I enjoyed the service. The music and singing was great. You felt right in amongst it - swirling around you
I caught a bus home, thought I would try the local pub but I walked in and it was full of groups of people talking loudly, so I walked out.
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