Back to Dear Old London
So we're one month into the year 2019, and the British public learned that just because you voted for 'Brexit' two years ago doesn't mean we're any closer to it, really. There was a lot of snow, which was too much for the BBC and the trains. Meanwhile I hurtled back to my home town, dear old London. Dear Old London ~ Photo by Jennifer Pittam Whatever the weather, I travel widely in my job as a Clerk of the Court, to trials all over Great Britain. However, my home is in a semi-wild part of North London, once famous for coaching inns and highway men. Each morning, if I haven't been sent elsewhere, I whizz across the City to my regular courtroom. This is a feat in itself, because Londoners are legendary for their prejudice about 'venturing over the River', which in this case means the mighty River Thames (pronouned 'Tems'). The Days of Horse-drawn Coaches - Photo by Jennifer Pittam I love my morning journey, even though it's i...