Of, through and then from Waterloo Bridge. On a warm, sunny afternoon in London.

A very small part of the coastal path. Like the first couple, out if 186, miles.

A little oasis of calm in deepest darkest Pembrokeshire.

It was the largest single span Glasshouse in the world when it was opened 25 years ago.

Where soft plants meet hard architecture, and the sparrows are too fast.

Things look very different at 3:1 (almost xpan 65:24)

A tranquil evening on Old Winchester Hill, Hampshire.

Typical English countryside.

Train to Waterloo. Then on foot past the Royal Festival Hall. Along the South Bank. A quick stop in Tate Modern. Over the Millennium Bridge. To St Paul’s. Our arrival to be marked by the Red Arrows.

…building in London. Tate Modern.