I did something, people! Something worthy of blogging. At last.
On Monday, Danda and I gave the big two fingers up to work and ran off to London instead. The destination was St. Paul’s Cathedral, which we had intended to do on the day we went to Westminster Abbey but didn’t get time.
After paying a small fortune to get in, we wandered around looking at the ‘old stuff’. There’s quite a lot of old stuff cause the cathedral is way old.
(Despite being told not to take photos I managed to sneak a few. Don’t tell anyone.)
This photo is looking up into the dome of the cathedral and thus, the challenge was laid down.
We must climb to the top!
Off we went and halfway up is the Whispering Gallery so it seemed a good place to stop. It’s a pretty wierd set up. You get someone else to go around to the other side of the Whispering Gallery and you whisper something into the wall and somehow, crazily, the sound carries all the way around. Danda sat on the other side and whispered things like, “Stand up if you can hear me” and I did it and it was mental because I don’t understand how it works but it does!
Then it was time to get back on the stairs and head for the top and this view.
It looks greyer than it felt but it was pretty amazing. After a good look around and many failed attempts to get a nice photo of me with the view, we headed back down the teeny tiny steps in search of tea.
When we did find some tea, it was right in the crypt in the basement and is probably one of the most spectacular places I have sat to drink tea.
After our poor legs had finished shaking and the tea had sufficiently revived us, it was time to explore the rest of the crypt and who should we stumble upon but Sir Antony Van Dyck.
I love a bit of Van Dyck, probably because his painting of Charles II is one of my favourite in Ham House.
There were also memorials to Nelson and other war people but it was too dark and the photos didn’t come out.
After all this excitement, we took our tired legs to the tube station, where we were told that there was engineering works. Good old London transport. In protest, we sneaked into the toilets without paying, where I found this bit of graffiti.
So that was interesting!
We made it home eventually, via a complicated diversion, and sat down for a long time, some might say ‘napped’. But whatever.
My legs are still a little unhappy.
Posted by Alex Jones on May 7, 2014 at 06:48
Never been to St Pauls, but it looks something worth visiting. The Whispering Gallery looks like an amazing engineering feat. 50p for a toilet is a rip off, no wonder London is expensive to live in! Why do they ban photography in St Pauls Cathedral?
Posted by lazylauramaisey on May 7, 2014 at 06:53
It might be a flash photography thing. Light on pretty things might make colours fade etc. Or because it’s church?
Posted by Sean Smithson on May 7, 2014 at 06:50
I can’t believe you took pictures Laura… Tut, tut
The view is pretty awesome though, isn’t it. And in other completely useless and uninteresting news, I used to work down the road from there.
Posted by lazylauramaisey on May 7, 2014 at 06:54
I did too. Well, volunteered. At a legal charity near the Inns. Where were you?
Posted by Sean Smithson on May 7, 2014 at 06:56
I can’t say too much in case you rumble me and inform my previous employers! But it was along Fleet St?
Posted by lazylauramaisey on May 7, 2014 at 07:02
Ah. I was on Tudor Street. Near the big Freshfields offices. And an amazing little cafe called Hilliard. Best. Flapjack. Ever.
Posted by Maggie O'C on May 7, 2014 at 20:28
I have heard of the Whispering Gallery. I so want to go to London, thanks for breaking photography law for us.
Posted by lazylauramaisey on May 8, 2014 at 08:29
You’re welcome. When I’m languishing in prison for my crime, I’ll know it was worth it 🙂 Yeh, the Whispering Gallery is crazy. I don’t know how it works.