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Day’s Verse:
There is no one like You among the gods, O Lord,
nor are there any works like Yours.
All nations who You hav emade shall come and worship before You, O Lord,
And they shall glorify Your name.
For You are great and do wondrous deeds;
You alone are God.
Psalm 86:
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You lucky duckies, I’m finally posting pictures from some of the things I’ve done lately! This blog has taken no less than FIVE DAYS to put together, so I hope you appreciate it.

Earls Court Walk

• Lion door knocker that reminded me of Aslan.
• Private park for a row of homes.
• Some of the markers in the Brompton Cemetary, and a sunlit gravestone typical of the graveyard. Some of the gravestones shift over time, with the sinking ground.
• This complex is what we thought was Paddington, but is actually Earls Court II which they just made look like a train station, but not actually serve as one.

Wimbledon Walk

• A sea of tables at a cafe called Natural. Ironically these exact chairs, rather unnatural, appeared everywhere in Wimbledon.
• A random neon sign looks cool at an angle. I had so much time, I looked at lots of things from interesting angles.
• I call this picture Art, mostly because it resembles nothing recognizable.
• They actually labeled a tudor-style cottage Tudor Cottage.
• Anything you want is probably listed right here, on a random notecard.
• I found this book just lying around in one of their bookstores.
• My hennaed hand, for posterity.
• If it looks like a church…it is probably a Boots Pharmacy.

Thames River Walk

• Right out the chute – being the tube station – I took a wrong turn and was recompensed by finding this totally crazy stoplight tree. What do you suppose the fruit looks like?
• Canary Wharf is rather idyllic in an impossibly expensive sort of way.
• These sailboats on the Thames probably had a great time in the high wind.
• I saw quite a lot of fascinating architecture along the waterway, too. For a couple more examples: here, here, here and here.
• What is with this fish? I saw it as a knocker on a door and as a lamppost. It must be some crest, like the City of London dragon After I passed through there I really only took pictures of the buildings I linked to above. The last couple miles I felt pretty tired out, as you might imagine.

Bus Tour to Everywhere

• On to the Bus Tour to Everywhere, if Everywhere is equal to Windsor Castle, Runnymede, the George Inn, and the town of Bath. Here are more pictures of tourists with Windsor Castle in the background: here, here, here, and here.
• If I was an intruder, the moat would stop me — its gorgeous gardens would make me want to linger, not attack some forbidding stone walls. We toured inside, but they did not allow photos. Sorry.
• Here is some more contrast between the Queen’s personal area and the well-tended gardens. I hear Brits are avid gardeners; they certainly pull out all the stops for Her Majesty the Queen.
• How do the guards not laugh at their crazy fuzzy hats? I think I would probably spend my whole time grinning if I got to wear a hat like that for my job.
• Although Stonehenge had lots of tourists around it, some of the photos managed to miss all of them.
• Here is one of my many zoomed in photos. I took lots of pictures, but honestly…it is just a pile of old rocks.
• To close out Stonehenge, the whole thing (mostly); and a picture of myself that a random guy took for me.
• The George Inn was ridiculously quaint, and set in an equally lovely, quaint little town with a wonderful old church to top it off.
• Bath did have lots of Georgian architecture, but it all looked essentially the same to my untrained eye.
• It also had a 500-year-old church, which dominated the tourist courtyard area.
• Here are pictures of the actual hotspring, with the stain from when the water level was much higher than it is today; some of the Roman ruins there; and a sort of overall shot of the major pool.

In closing I offer a crappy picture I took out of the window of the bus on the way home. I assure yo
u that the view took my breath away, and I only wish the picture had turned out more accurately to what the scene looked like. The smudgy part is head-grease from the previous occupants of my seat, whose stains marred my view the whole time.

And that, as they say, is that.