St Pauls YHA London

We've been to this YHA a few times, and even so; I love coming back. Its a bit old and run down, but location location.. We look out onto St Pauls Cathedral - well crane your neck and you could.. We are up in the attic- 3 flights of winding stairs and a few down and around.. 

Well you'd need to see the rabbit warren layout to believe it.

Its the old boys school chapterhouse for the cathedral. There are some carved graffitti dating back to mid 1800s. Looks pretty spooky huh?

The kids and I have a groovy room to outselves.. Love the layout of the bunkbeds.

Yep.. I'm on the bottom one all snug and safe..

This is what we see when we wind our way out of the courtyard. Its quite beautiful in the crispness of 1 degree wintertime.. I can imagine its gorgeous in summertime.

Update on Miss Lillys Arm

For those unaware, Lilly broke her arm on New Years Eve. The doctor was concerned about the angle the wrist was at and suggested she may need surgery ( 3 days before we flew out) to correct it. After a secondary look, he said he was satisfied that the bones would sort themselves out and nothing needed to be done. We had a referral to a doctor in the UK just for a check up.

Well.. We went to the check up - and on a side note, can I say how impressed I am with the service and speed we were looked after...

Poor Miss Lillys arm is not mending well. The angle of the bones are completely opposite to what they need to be. Because they are starting to fuse,and she is still growing, it leaves the doctor kin a difficult situation. Its very likely she meeds major surgery to rebreak it and get wires into it to correct the angle.

She has a new cast on and they will monitor it over a month and make decisions with me then. Far out.

Getting the old cast off.

ReXraying it

A new pink one being put on. 

The Red House - one of Hampshires oldest Pubs

A delightful Sunday lunch was spent in one of the villages quaint pubs, boasting that it has been serving food and ale since the 1600s.

The Red House is on the main street in Whitchurch, a tiny village set alongside a gushing ( at the moment) stream.  As you can see from the photos, the ceiling is very low and the bar tiny - but with the fireplace, its a gorgeous little place to escape the chill and to share some drinks.

We had a traditional roast lunch, which was amazing.. no it was AMAZING... and best of all - the super yum chocolate fudge pudding. It was pretty fabulous and I refuse to feel guilty for eating it.