End of the Easter Egg hunt

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It’s Easter Sunday and that can only mean one thing - Easter Eggs!
Of course for many there is a far deeper significance to this day than chocolate and bunny rabbits. 
But talking about eggs, today means the official end of the Faberge Easter Egg hunt.
The renowned jewelers “hid” 200 elaborate eggs around London, the person who finds them all will win £100,000.
All the eggs have been decorated by celebrities including Bruce Oldfield, Sir Ridley Scott and Zandra Rhodes.There are some quite impressive ones.
I spotted my first next to the Monument in London at the beginning of Lent, and have since kept my eye out for any more, whipping out my trusty iPhone camera each time I saw one.
I have found them dotted around St James’ Park, Canary Wharf and Knightsbridge.
To mark Easter Sunday, here they are.


















This (left) was in Canary Wharf and was made out of tiles and bits of clocks and things.

(Right) Next to West India Quay, and one of the less elaborate ones.





















This (left) is one of my favourites, again in Canary Wharf it is made of a series of rusty rings moulded into an egg shape.

(Right) St James' Park, bit boring really.























(Left) This one was behind a fence in St James' Park and unfortunately too far away to get a proper picture of.

(Right) Outside Canary Wharf tube station.





















(left) This was an eye-catching one, Canary Wharf.

(Right) Another Canary Wharf egg, really like this one.
























(Left) This one was quite well hidden behind a shop window in Canary Wharf, and looked a bit like a shop display until I notice the egg shape.

(Right) And this one, in a chocolate shop, also almost went unnoticed.



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