Where the Wild Things Are
Ten days in the bush. Ten days on safari down the Strand, where the wild things are.
Ten days of trepidation and fearful encounters and heart-in-the-mouth close shaves. (If you’ve Johnny Come Lately you can retrace the trepidation trek by starting back at June 1 here on the DC and coming forward to… Right. Now.)
Time methinks for a breather. Time to calm down. Time for a richly deserved sundowner.
So here ya go. Something for the tonsils – served up, naturally, with a flourish of that much loved old British idiom.
At this stage of the game, though, you have to half wonder if there’s anything crouching behind that sign! And you get right down to it even the sign seems a little jittery, a little quavery, a little zoned (you know, agape, tensed, “out there” – in thousand yard stare territory).
Anyway, enjoy the break. Cuz – yup, here’s the down and dirty – it’s just a temporary reprieve. In a day or two we’re heading back into the bush, into Lion Country. Heading back to where the wild things are.
A London Walk costs £9 – £7 concession. To join a London Walk, simply meet your guide at the designated tube station at the appointed time. Details of all London Walks can be found at www.walks.com.