or just the movie "The Waterhorse" 

 It's been about a  month since the trip to London, it was cold and wet there....as usual ;)  Not really wet, though cold as the dickens every day we were there.

Didn't get to do much really except the concert stuff but did head off on my own a little around the tower but it was so blasted cold and windy, mostly all I could do was shiver.  Any sound was covered by the wind and the only thing louder than that was the sound of my teeth clattering lol

I had one interesting experience and I've not heard of anything happening there so it was odd.   At the RAM we were watching the competition from the balcony.  Only one person was behind me and she was way off to the left behind me sleeping on floor, 4 seat rows back me.  I was watching another group through the camera lens and felt someone tug on my shirt.  I was sitting second level, 3rd row end so no one was sitting on that side of me, it was aisle and the closet person to me was right maybe 3 to 4 feet away.  I did not stop filming the group but reached back with my left hand, it was noticably cooler but felt nothing else.  I went back to filming and felt the tug again again, then my battery died on my camera.  This was okay because the guest group had stopped so I changed batteries,  loaded a new clip in the camera and was going to film our group and the area of the balcony....didn't happen.  Camera stopped working, though everything was fresh kept getting either a dead battery signal or full clip indication.  I asked someone else to try it and after several minutes of checking the camera he got it to work, however I didn't stay up there.  I became very dizzy, nauseated and knew I had to leave.  I have about a minute and 1/2 of film before I left the balcony area, I did not return.  I had been sitting up there for about an hour with no problem prior to this.

There was one other thing that was rather unusual as well, we, my daughter and I, were walking through St Pauls together and stopped at some point on the main floor and smiled at each other, we then looked at the wall and there was a name on it that very well could have been an ancester, as my  mother's family is English/Welsh  I wish I could have taken a picture but no pictures allowed in there.   I did go down in the vault and stand next to the Crypt of Florence Nightingale...being a nurse and all it was kind of awesome.

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