I finally got around to buy almost all of the souvenirs for my friends, which involved a walk from Cutty Sark to Canary Wharf and back.
In the evening I met up with a few others of our group to have a few drinks, with aching feet and bones.
I had accumulated over 24 thousand steps that day which is more than twice my usual high.
Sunday then was a lazy day with just a small lunch with a friend and not much more.