Back to my manor (in the London sense of the word).

Walked on a floor where Russell Crowe sang - and some guy spent 19 years painting a mural, little realising that all allegory and mythology would become a movie back drop 300 years later.

A fab but a tad overcrowded Ansel Adams exhibition with a godmotherly companion.

A trip to see my primary school (how wee..)

And finally a classic English pub Sunday lunch. The kind no one ever has unless they're not from England.