This is the time of year I always dread, when we put the clocks bakc by one hour. This means that it get dark earlier and truly marks the start of autumn. At least we get another hour in bed. But now we must wait until the end of March, when you will be at the ripe old age fo eight months, before we put the clocks forward again.
It certainly didn't feel like winter today. So good was the weather, that Alice. Aisha and I, had lunch outside, on the banks of the river Vltava overlooking the magnificent Charles Bridge. We went to the Čertovka restuarant which has a very quirky entrance with a stairway between two old building just wide enough for one person. You virtually scrape your shoulders against the walls of the two buildings as you navigate your way down the steps. There are traffic lights situated at the top and bottom so as to avoid an impasse with others coming up while you are going down to the restaurant. Strange but absolutely true.
Some traditional jazz at the Rublika rounded off a very pleasant day. Now to bed for that additional hour's sleep.
Grandpa Jonathan
Prague. Czech Republic
