Friends In High Places

I've caught up with so many old friends in the last two weeks, it's wonderful. I've given directions to strangers twice and I've bumped into two people I used to know purely by chance. Needless to say, such things were impossible when I lived in Virginia and they help me feel like I'm back where I belong.

Racheal (sic) lives in Waterloo. We drank and ate and caught up on four years of gossip about people we went to university with. I was stunned to see this over Borough High Street, just south of London Bridge. Maybe we'll get our own Surveillance Camera Players soon?

Gareth lives in Blackheath. There's a church on the heath and, using that landmark, I once pinpointed where he lives from a plane as it circled before landing at Heathrow. There's a microbrewery three doors down and another a mile away in Greenwich - where the Mean Time comes from. Walking from one to the other on Tuesday, we paused next to Greenwich Observatory and I fished my camera out of my ever-present male purse. I made this! (Warning: it's a 2.5MB image, and that's after reducing the size and quality by 30%. iHud was the only free site willing to host it so you'll have to click a second link on their page to see my behemoth.)