It was going to be a day of grey skies and showers so we decided not to go far. We had breakfast at the Alpino, did the weekly shop at Sainsbury and then wondered what to do next. As usual, Tigger had an idea.
Our journey took us via Euston station where there is a well established colony of pigeons. A group of them was resting and preening in the garden in front of the station, for once not squabbling over scraps.
You may know that London’s mayor, a keen cyclist himself, has created a system public bicycles for hire. To borrow or return a cycle, you need to use a touch-sensitive screen on the terminal. This couple stopped to try this one, even though they did not want to hire a bike.
Our destination was the Zoo in Regent’s Park. As we have memberships, we can pop in for a short visit any time. The pelicans had just been fed and were a little lethargic. This one seems to be staring thoughtfully at my camera.
Herons are usually shy creatures but at Regent’s Park they have learnt that they are safe in the animal enclosures and that there are rich pickings from the food missed by its intended recipients. I could almost have lent over and touched this one.
You can guess who I was hoping to see. I was lucky because the tigers were resting in their shelter near the viewing area. It was difficult to take a photo through the thick glass which was dirty and reflective. I shaded it with my sleeve and the result is not bad in the circumstances./p>
At the other end of the size scale are the insects and arachnids. This spider is a big one but I neglected to note what species it is. Imagine that one running around on my desk!
Among the more mysteriously beautiful creatures are these Moon Jellyfish. Watching them turning slowing in the moving water, it would be easy to think they were flowers fallen into the water from a bush rather than an animal.
The weather changed for the worse and so we returned to Angel. By the time we arrived, it was pelting with rain. Rather than get soaked by running home, we took refuge in a nearby pub. So did someone else.
We waited out the rain with coffee which the barman served us for free!
It was a pleasant enough pub but I wasn’t keen on the rather gruesome decor, even if this continued the theme of the afternoon. As I drank my coffee, I tried to imagine the owner of this splendid set of horns fleshed, alive and moving about.
The rain eased off, and we managed to get home a little damp but otherwise no worse for wear.