'Twas the thursday before christmas, when all of London was stirring....and I headed out to Heathrow to meet Sharon and Karl at the arrivals gate! They'd done what most seasoned travellers don't do, and that's fly straight through from Australia. I waited anxiously, hoping they were still able to stand upright, when they came bounding through the silver doors, full of energy! I was in awe, and amazed!
I got them back to Chiswick via the glorious London tube, and that night we went to the local pub, the Swan. Not surprisingly they crashed not long after forks were downed.On saturday we headed out to Hampton Court Palace, where Henry VIII lived. It was amazing, and we spent all day there. Sunday was the foggiest day I've ever seen (and it didn't lift all day!), so the proposed flight on the London Eye had to be postponed, and we walked our legs off seeing Big Ben, Westminster, Downing St, Trafalgar Sq, St James Park and Buckingham Palace instead. Oh and then we hit the London Dungeons and had the crap scared out of us.
Monday was christmas eve, so the 3 of us headed north to the country (me to Leeds), and departed from Kings Cross. For the Harry Potter fans, here's me at Platform 9 3/4!
1 comment:
Aw, cmon Neen, you know that you're the only one who insists on that crazy policy of having 37 stops and rest days on the way there. :-)
Get it over with in one big nasty go - just like ripping off a bandaid!
Good to read your updates. Hope you're well
Richard
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