||[Dec. 21st, 2014|01:12 pm]
It is the winter solstice and we are in London, to celebrate it with the singing of carols.
We arrived on Thursday, in time for the Islington Folk Club Christmas party, which is a jolly affair, with music and sandwiches and fun amd games. The game in question is Pass the Parcel, and there are forfeits, one of which ended up with the whole company singing Sex and Drugs and Rock and Roll to the tune of Adeste Fideles.
On Friday durham_rambler and I went to the William Morris exhibition at the Portrait Gallery, which was not quite what I had expected, but made more sense (I had wondered why it was at the NPG, because I had not realised how many portraits it included). Interesting, but I could have done with more depth. Afterwards we walked down to the river and along the South Bank, but that's a picture post in its own right. But one picture from Trafalgar Square:
London has come over all ecumenical, and in addition to the Norwegian Christmas tree, there is a giant menorah and a blue cockerel. Feel free to devise your own rituals involving these three items and as many pigeons as you please.