The weather has been almost intolerably warm in the capital these last few weeks. To be honest, I’ve been struggling. It’s rare that I don’t get a funny look when I confess to my distaste for hot weather, but it’s the truth. A sun worshipper,  I am most definitely not. In fact, I was never happier than earlier this year when the city was walloped with a formidable course of snow. If I’m to travel in London on the underground, I’d rather not be sweating and stinking on the train with the other sweaty and stinky sufferers.

Thankfully, there have been a few milder days dotted throughout the weeks to offer at least some merciful relief from the torment. Last Sunday was fairly breezy, so we took the train  into Central London for the afternoon and happened upon a few interesting sites. Have a gander:

To save you time, here’s the story on Herman Wallace.

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