The White Horse, Parsons Green - 25 paces from my front door
My lovely little neighbourhood of Parsons Green started out the day bright and sunny - but I was locked inside processing my results from the last week of auditions in North America. It is matter of getting all the scores into the computer database in Germany so that the correct messages can be sent to the competitors - by an automated process of course. Perish the thought that there would be much human intervention!
By the time I eventually emerged of course it had clouded over. Maybe it will clear up, in which case I will go down to the river this evening. It is a bare half mile away at Putney Bridge. Otherwise I might just manage those 25 paces to the pub!