Portland stone
I had somehow forgotten how many older London buildings are built of the lovely Portland stone. Yesterday was a day for visiting Sir Christopher Wren’s churches, each of them built of Portland stone by the barge load. Lucy and I started with St Paul’s Cathedral where, for the first time, I climbed to the top of the dome. My legs are sore still — this was a climb equivalent to three very tall lighthouse towers stacked one on top of another. I am sad that I have no photos of the interior of St Paul’s — cameras are forbidden there, so the sanctity of the place is not degraded nor the quiet meditations of the visitors intruded upon.

Lucky you. Lucky Lucy. Hope you drank in deeply the atmosphere and impressions of St Pauls for your future private pleasure. And perhaps the odd oral account here and there.