A rainy, freezing London day

It may have been one of the coldest days I can ever remember in London, but with several layers involved, including the wooly scarf that just made the suitcase at the last minute, I checked out Covent Garden and then a Tube ride to Sloane Square , to try and capture some street scenes with reflections of the rain on the paths, and umbrellas as the streetscape. There were crowds making their way to the Chelsea Flower Show, and tourists cramming in sightseeing with their couple of precious days of another Bank holiday weekend starting. This city takes all weather in its stride, some shops in Sloane Square offer long purpose designed plastic sleeves to put your wet umbrella in, saving drips on expensive floors- very civilised.
This is our last weekend, and thoughts start to turn to packing, final goodbyes and the long journey southeast. We have seen so much, met up with dear friends, travelled on many trains, above and below ground, I feel I have revised my skills as a mole on the underground, not that useful at home, but may be useful sometime.
The city has had much sadness this week, and it amazes me how strong Londoners are, they grip onto each other , establish stronger bonds and keep going. They will grieve together, and move on together, strong and determined to own their city

Three days, then time to turn for home.