We braved the heat to head into Central London to be part of the Pride March. I don't think I've ever seen so many people in the city before, it was just so busy! The parade itself felt endless, we were stood watching all the floats and buses go past for about three hours and there was no sign of them stopping. We drank warm beer at the side of the road with some old course friends, a great way to spend a Saturday afternoon:
Rebecca and I toddled off a little before it ended so we could meet up with yet another friend for dinner. She headed off to see
A Monster Calls at the Old Vic so I headed back and soaked up the last of the sun with Rebecca's parents out on the patio.
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