I think I'm getting Black Lung, Pop.

So, I've developed a bit of a cough and a blocked nose.  I'm sure I've mentioned this, I know I've been whining a lot about it.  I generally don't feel too bad, but I am a bit over the slight wheeze and the cough.  So, I had a little sleep in again, which was nice, then pottered around for a bit, and then headed in to town.  My intention was to spend much of the day shopping, checking out bookshops and DVD places and the like - the exchange rate is quite good at the moment, so I thought if there were some good DVDs, I'd be prepare to lug them about.  However, when my train approached Battersea Park, and the sun was shining, I just thought how nice it would be to get some photos of the Battersea Power Station.  So, I jumped out and wandered around looking for how close I could get for a photo.  Not so close, as it happens - there was a sign for the Thames Walk which appeared to go past it, but I couldn't find the path.  How unusual for me to get lost and have no sense of direction. So, I wandered around and found the path heading the opposite direction, which actually turned out to be where I wanted to go to head towards town, which was nice.

I snapped off a lot of photos on my stroll along the river, went past Vauxall and realised I was quite close to the Tate Britain and decided to pop in and see the contemporary exhibition.  Most of the contemporary area was shut, but I did wander throughout the Turner area, not the current Turner prize stuff which I was not overly impressed with last time I was here, but the Turner collection.  Most of the Turner work is overseas on some other exhibit somewhere, but there were some pretty impressive drawings from a variety of artists, and I was very happy to see Tracey Emin's work.  I grabbed a quick sandwich there, and then kept on walking.  I walked down to Westminster, taking snaps on the way.  The camera is saying the batteries are dying, but I don't believe it.  I'm not sure, but I'll hang on to some batteries for future outings.  Also, I have finally filled my first memory chip - will I every be able to fill all four?

From there, I wandered up to Trafalgar Square, wandered around, went to the National Portrait Gallery and grabbed the Annie Liebowitz book I had been eying off last time I was here. Then, I wandered around Soho looking for the place where Dukes and I had had a drink the other night, because there was a large book shop which I wanted to check out.  Couldn't find it, jumped on a train back to Clapham Junction and that's about it.  A lot, a lot, a lot of walking, very nice weather, although the smog was particularly bad.  I took some photos of the sky in the hope that it'll show up... I don't think so.  Never mind.