St Pancras Station

We’ve been sitting in a great cafe called Pain Quotidien, enjoying a remarkable brunch of organic breads, ham and drinks. It’s freezing outside – literally – and the queues for the Eurostar are huge, with skiers ignoring the meltdown to piste away their cash.
Paula has added yet more layers and even I am about to add a beanie. Our Lady of Hat Hair is thinking of head coverings!
We have failed to change our train times, so we still have time to burn. We are ahead I’d time so far – and so good!