Refreshed and ready for the road we pilled into She Hannibal and with a blast of the air-horns we were off. We wanted to swing by Windsor Castle and see Her Royal Highness but we just didn’t have the time as we had a street party to attend.



Greg sent her a text message and promised that we would be back soon to play Frisbee together.
London was windy with big grey and black clouds rumbling around the sky – perfect for a street party.
Mark and his neighbors had closed off the road and tables lined the middle of it full of food and drink. Across the streets hung bunting of red and white and there were many flags of different nations flying from upstairs windows. With the backdrop of Brixton prison it was a beautiful quintessential British scene.



With the addition of She Hannibal, parked right in the middle of the party, the picture was complete and it was time to party!  We unpacked the z-machine, the newly aquired deck chairs and hung the EK discs on the side of the bus.
Immidiatly we were mobbed by kids all wanting to play on the z-machine and to touch Ozzy. People came and talked to us, bringing delicious food and Mark had an exceptionaly good scrumpy cider that we swigged down with ribbs and chicken.
All of the neighbors wore name badges with the number of their house which was a great idea and meant that in the future peole could say hello to each other in the street. The last time they had a street party there to celebrate the wedding of Prince Charles and Lady Dianna many years before. It was a lovely day.



The highlight though was when Michael Jackson rose from the dead to make an impromptu performance on the roof of She Hannibal (see the previous video post). With big smiles and bellies full we headed out for dover where our boat awaited us to take us off this Island and into France.