It was harder than usual to get to the Tower, since all trains going to Tower Hill, the nearest tube stop, were closed. But, with my handy iPad app that tells me all the alternate ways to get to a particular location, I managed to get there.
Even from a distance it was gorgeous.
With its fabulous fireplace.
The throne room, which was austere yet impressive.
The ones who were free, though, were hopping around, playing with everything they could fine. Although they have their wings clipped so they can't fly, they still could glide quite a bit.
When I was done at the Tower, I headed back out and started my way to Tate Modern.
When I was done there, I headed to the Millennium Bridge.
I then got something to eat, which made me sick as a dog, which is why this post is later than usual, but still, not a bad day, right?