It was a very quiet day, lessons cancelled and not a lot of energy to do anything so I just got on the 88 to let it take me someplace. Regent’s Street and Whitehall are more interesting from the top deck of a bus. Got off in Stockwell, walked (nearly eight thousand steps) to Brixton, walked around but there was no market on Sunday so no guanabanas. So went to Kings Cross, bought a slice of Basque cheesecake and had a little chat with the cake stall man, bought a couple of things from the Waitrose and had ice cream from the former neighbour, Ruby Violet. The ice cream was elderflower and prosecco and it was very nice. Couldn’t tell if the alcohol of the prosecco was still there but was quite happy for a few minutes 😃 managed to get the 214 back home just as the drops of rain were starting to fall.