When I lived in the states I had a notorious reputation for being the most directionally challenged individual anyone had the poor luck to come across (i.e. more than a few blocks from my house and I'd have no idea which direction my house was in). I am much better in London but that is probably due to my inability to leave my flat without an A to Zed. So you can imagine my surprise when I returned from Luton Airport to London Bridge all on my own. If that wasn't enough, I then made it all the way to Blackheath (hey, three train stops is a big deal if you've never done it before!) for an engagement party last weekend.

Blackheath

Emboldened by my new directionally adept adventures, I took myself to Greenwich on Saturday. I went to the Cutty Sark, Royal Naval College, Royal Observatory, laid in the park, and even ate at Goddard's Pie Shop (I've decided I do not like British pies. Being vegetarian seems to put a huge dent in enjoying this type of fare. But at least I tried.) I so loved Greenwich.


Cutty Sark

Greenwich Park

Next I shall go to Brighton!!