Paddington Bear in London

So, my intrepid readers.

Into the darkness we go.

In darkest Peru, in deepest night.....

'Hey!,' you pipe up, 'it's blatantly daylight in your photo.'

Yes, yes, I know that, thanks. I mean, you don't seriously expect me to go out at night, do you? That's when I clamber up onto my bookshelf and sleep.

'Wait a second,' you say, eyes suddenly wide, 'there's a bear behind you! Run!'

Aha. So, in your desire to point out minute details, such as mistaking night for day, you overlook a giant threat to me. Uh-huh. A bear, in a yellow jacket, and a suspicious package which would certainly attract the attention of any security personnel.

My dear readers - relax.

This is a statue of Paddington Bear, who arrives at - you guessed it - Paddington in London, and is given a home by Mr and Mrs Brown. As you do.

He also likes marmalade sandwiches, and so his jacket's made out of orange slices.

You don't believe me? Do I actually have to go and point it out?

There.

Happy now? You know it took me an entire three seconds to walk up to the camera and point? Honestly. The things I do for this blog.

So - if you want to go and be greeted by a giant bear politely tipping its hat at you, go to Montague Street. Paddington Bear is right next to the British Museum, so you can even fit in a trip there too.

Oh, and if you want to see the actual Paddington Station, that's a considerable walk away. Best take the Tube.

And if you see any suspicious packages, report them to a member of staff or the police.

It might contain marmalade.

See you soon,

Elf Dryadalis