London Calling...

London was calling while its eye was watching us...

I had a charming partially Norwegian weekend with some peak hours in London and a birchy time in the Peak District. We climbed ancient druid crags while our Balian scarfs were waving in the charming spring winds, we experimented with heel hooks and slimy fluorescent walls, we admired shiny life-saving metal devices placed miraculously in perfect cracks and flirted with innocent photogenic ponds. Green was the color... It all culminated in a Moroccan dimension, with never ending bottles of African wine and an Arabic (!) baklava.
I'll let the pics speak for themselves...






Yes, Robin Hood was there too (era patronu')...