Took the tube out to the Summer Palace which was very cold but rather magical. You could walk right across the lake to the island. It looked like a scene from the 17th Century when the Thames froze over.
Peking Duck dinner at Hua Jia Yi Yuan, which started badly - our two taxis didn't know how to get there, there was no show (despite a personal text msg from the owner saying there would be) and Peter forgot his credit card. Would we have to do the washing up or could we leg it? Naomi came back from the loo: "Bad news. There's no window".
But the food was good and we had a laugh.