This weekend may well turn out to be an interesting one. As a Londoner, I have obviously been hearing a lot about the Notting Hill carnival recently. John and I went to check out last year’s carnival, but Lying in bed just before I got up this morning, it occurred to me that Notting Hill was an area of London I’d barely visited and didn’t know much about, apart from its link to a 1990s film with Hugh Grant. Perhaps it would be cool to go and check out the area, and perhaps find out a bit more of what this Carnival business is about.

That, then, is what I did this afternoon. Getting up there was straightforward enough: I just took the Elizabeth line from Woolwich to Paddington, and trundled from there. It was obviously quite a wealthy area which I had found myself in. To be honest I didn’t actually see much: people were obviously preparing for some big event, with many shops being boarded up. It almost looked like they were expecting a colossal battle or riot to take place. You could tell that something awesome was about to happen; it was rather fascinating in itself.

I didn’t stay up there long, as I was nervous of straying too far and getting lost; nothing was happening there yet anyway. Now I know how to get there though, I think that’s my plan for tomorrow sorted. Going up there without John might be a bit risky, but I’m sure I can manage it. Expect at update  on this soon.