Night Knight

We were six today as our young friend Rhys joined us to allow his Mum the freedom to get to a doctor's appointment. At 18 months, he fit right into our brood, probably causing passersby to look askance at our growing family and wonder what we were thinking. For Cecily it was a rare opportunity to be the big sister--a role which she took to like a duck to water. Although we are planning a big night tonight, we still managed to squeeze in one more attraction when we visited The Temple, a Norman church dating to 1185 and nestled in the heart of London's judicial center, the Inns of Court. For medieval feel, this place can't be beaten, especially with the effigies of Norman-era knights laying in the middle of the floor. We had a good laugh as Rhys, who had never been to such a place, toddled up to the first effigy and regarded it soberly from behind the protective railing for just a moment before announcing: Night, Night. While it was fun, nobody was quite as interested in the minutiae of the place as Laura , so Scott and kids retreated to the courtyard of the Temple, where we changed Owen's diaper and the kids played tag amidst the collared and bewigged counsels and justices and earnest groups of tourists coming to and fr0 from the courtrooms that surround the area. It certainly added a light touch to the otherwise somber place.