Having (comparatively speaking) just been there, Heather and I made a quicker than normal return to Rochester. As well as being more or less our anniversary (and just short of seven years since that first trip, we weren’t there because of that. We were there because this time we were on a mission though—to see the Moon.
It’s been a while since a little bit of history, so we took the chance to see some fairly ancient history, about 3000-years old, with a rather extravagant, and expensive, exhibition of the Treasures of Tutankhamun. That involved a trip to the posher parts of London and the new venue to us of the Saatchi Gallery; a trip complicated (as these things always seem to be) by transport closures which meant we had a little walk from Victoria (which strangely we could get straight to), arriving nicely in time for our timed ticket (though that was the point it decided to rain for the only time of the day!)
I am restarting my campaign for an office cat. We could call it Engey.