November spawned a monster

November - I can't believe it. People are talking about Christmas. Let them talk. There won't be any presents coming from this direction - not unless somebody supplies me with some macrame pretty damn quick.

So, bit chilly this morning. Jude gave me one of her looks when I took down her coat from the peg. She wore it, but she wasn't happy about it. The sun was out, and I grabbed my bike and headed for the Regents Canal. I know, a barge would have been better. The great thing is, the start of the canal is only five minutes cycle away from home, and then I can cycle along the tow path all the way to Islington, then it's just a short journey to Russell Square - easy! Except it's one helluva long way along that canal, and there are some very low bridges and narrow sections of tow path to navigate - not something I would fancy on a icy morning!

Senate House Library is like a labyrinth, and not for the claustrophobic. I eventually found the books I needed and hurried back to the more airy spaces of Birkbeck Library. Four hours later I was back on the tow path, panniers bulging with books, which I spent the evening reading. It all happens dunnit?