We set off looking for a beach and ended up in docklands.

In a blurred rush this morning I met Martin, had lunch and then we were off into heart of London to explore.

First stop was the British Museum. We’d parked in Bloomsbury and were heading to the Thames so a brief trip to the Asian gallery and the Great Court cut out a long walk around the grounds of the museum.

Then down to Covent Garden to catch the tube and onto East India Docks where we were looking for the floating beach with no luck. Back on the DLR to West India Docks and there it was. Smaller than we expected, fenced in with crowd control barriers and as deserted as the one Robinson Crusoe had walked on.

Luckily the bar next to the Museum of Docklands was open and the sun was shinning so we sat out for a drink or two, watching the people wandering by.

As we had got used to that it seemed a good idea to slowly walk down the South Bank to Gabriel’s Wharf, eat pizza and ice cream to the sounds of the river lapping against a much better known Thames Beach.