London VII

Maybe you think that in the United Kingdom is always bad weather. These days read in a book of my teacher about United Kingdom that the image of a wet and foggy land was created two thousand years ago by the invading Romans and has been perpetuated in modern times by Hollywood. It is funny, isn’t it?
True o false, british people is always talking about the weather and my teacher, every morning, tell me if it is a dry or wet day, or a beautiful day when it is cloudy, or a lovely day if you can see sometimes the sun, or absolutely lovely day if it is a sunny day, as today is.
This afternoon, after having lunch with my teacher in a big pub in Surbiton (where I am now living), I have been walking along a beautiful path by the Thames river and it was a really lovely afternoon. Look at the photos.


I walked between Surbiton  to Kingston, a town next to Surbiton, 1,5 miles away, approximately. When I went towards Kingston, the sun warmed my back and then, I stopped and sat down in a bench. There are a lot of benches of wood by the path and, on all of them, there is a memory like this photo.



It is a bit sad to read the memory of so many people who enjoyed this place and cannot today.
Coming back to Surbiton, the sun warmed my face and I thought that sun in the winter is one of the nicest pleasures in life.
When I arrived in Surbiton I decided to have a beer and to write this and here I am, in the Duke of York pub.
To be continued…
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