Phil: (In his best Aussie accent) We want to go the Lancaster Gate.So we got a ride to Lancaster Gate for nothing because it was peak hour and the tickets were meant to be purchased before we got onto the bus and the driver was a kind-hearted bloke. You’ve got to love the English.
Driver: Primrose Hill? A very nice spot.
Me: Lancaster Gate
Driver: Lancaster Gate. That’s a great spot too.
Phil: (Holding open his wallet.) How much?
Driver: (Something in his best pommie accent.)
Driver: Just say yes.
Driver: OK then, hop on.
At Trafalgar Square we looked for St Martin in the Fields church. It was probably in the fields once upon a time but given its locality I had expected it to be tucked away in a side street. It was something of a surprise to see it right next to the National Gallery and across the square from Nelson’s Column.