16th August.

Today we leave London. Since the last two days have basically been boys days we are off to visit the Victoria and Albert Museum for a bit of culture. First it was pack and last minute route and times checks to the airport. All organised and off on the tube to the museum.

Arrived and just heaps to see and for free. Much too much to absorb in one day. It had something for everyone. Paintings.

This one by John Constable caught my eye as soon as we entered the room.

Me checking a photo of it.

Pieces of buildings.

Lots of sculptures, large and small. These two looked like they came straight out of star wars.

Heaps and heaps of jewellery. Couldn't get a good look there due to all the girls standing around going weak at the knees. Honestly, you had trouble walking through the display. This brooch was in another section, could have been medieval section. Can you imagine wearing it and someone admiring it and then you opened it to show them what was inside? You have to wonder what would happen if you lifted his hands up. Maybe the expression 'boner' comes from this? (the mind does tend to wander a bit.)

Beautiful fabric in another section.

Here some wit had squashed all the wind instruments and made a floating display between the floors. I actually liked it.

The whole building was huge and halls big enough to take large displays.

Display either going up or down.

A bit of modern art in the front foyer.

Rooms full of china.

The detail.

Large section of iron works. Most just a bit too fancy.

Back to the hotel and collected the packs and back on the tube to Heathrow airport. Interesting watching the type of people who get on and off at the different stations. There was a definite class difference.

Into the airport and a short walk to terminal three where we booked in and went through customs. Had our carryon backpacks swabbed for explosives and two more ticked off his unofficial list of how many to do that day.

Now it was just a matter of having a look around the duty free, grab a meal and wait, wait and wait for the gate number to come up on the screen so we could get ready to board. The signs stated that some gates were a twenty minute walk away. Shot of the crowd waiting.

Gate number one which was only a short walk. Getting close to leaving now and I can tell Annette's just a bit nervous by the number of trips to the toilet. Off on the full plane and as usual very well looked after. Apart from a few patches of bad turbulence an uneventful trip to Singapore.