Our first stage of a long journey came today, from Plymouth to London to stay in a faceless hotel block close to St Pancras for catching the early Eurostar tomorrow.
It feels quite weird being back in London, hearing sirens and breathing dirty air. But we were able to distract ourselves by chattering about the routing of our yacht trip according to tides and even look at wind predictions for next week...will we really be lucky enough to get easterlies to blow us home?
We took a stroll from the hotel to the nearest green space in Tavistock Square, a dusty haven for pigeons and crows. It turned out to have sculptures of Gandhi, (see pic)Virginia Woolf and the first female surgeon, and also something which was a moving reminder of Lesley's grandfather George Brogden. There is a large stone memorial to Conscientious Objectors. (Pic) George was a CO in the First World war and was jailed in Wormwood Scrubs with hard labour.
Tomorrow will be a long day of many trains but we have masks, gloves and a ton of home made sandwiches. It seems odd to be leaving the UK even though it's now perfectly legal. We will be super careful on our way.
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