A Ninetieth Birthday

I had a dream last night about not being able to find Max, which is probably a sign that I’m starting to miss him. That ties in with the fact that I’m already starting to think about the drive home. Should we stop for the night, or go for a non stop strategy?

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Anyway, today saw the final event of our two weeks stay in England. We were here to celebrate a ninetieth birthday. Wasn’t that neat? The lady in question had always wanted to visit the London Eye so that was what was arranged. Gwen, together with all her children and grandchildren met first at the Skylon restaurant at the nearby Royal Festival Hall for lunch. I thought it was very good, with a great view over the Thames and all the activity on the South Bank. The food and service were excellent and it was a great choice. Thanks to Claire and Tim for organising it.
After lunch we made our way to the London Eye and a reserved pod. What this meant was that we had the pod to ourselves and the services of a nice lady to point out the sights. Gwen was enthralled, so job well done. A few glasses of champagne (from our village in France) whilst sitting on the grass and watching the world go by finished the afternoon. The next bit wasn’t planned but fortunately the South Bank was a heaving mass of activity because of the Thames Festival, which helped pass the next few hours until the bus called to pick up the birthday girl. All in all, a great way to celebrate your ninetieth birthday.