Gats, my junior high was condemned back in the 70s - while I was still attending it. Worn marble stairs, big old rattly windows that opened wider than lawyers would allow now, asbestos everywhere, and plenty of places for kids to hide and smoke cigarettes... so I know what you mean about the sadness of seeing a good memory-making school building get taken down.
Great sightseeing pictures, Prof, Zorba and Runningbare, and as always it's good to get to know London better through Sat's lens.
Lillyalli, your fruit looks wonderful! That kind of plum doesn't grow here, but there's a certified organic farm nearby that has pick-your-own blackberries, so there are a few quarts now in my freezer. By January, they are a welcome treat and reminder of summer.
Foraging for food is fun, and the photo below was taken while nut-hunting this afternoon. I didn't take Froggy's hickory nut, though!
__________________________________________________________________________ Once upon a time, in the forest by the creek lived the Magic Hickory Nut, unlike all the other hickory nuts in the land. During the long days while humans roamed the forest, the nut was guarded by his companion and protector, The Frog, who was of course a prince held captive by an evil spell...