London is big, busy, and buzzy.
Everyone is in a hurry and there’s all kind of traps for new kids on the block…and we loved it!
The musty, stuffy, smelly, noisy, hot-air-huffy queues and bustle of the tube, the impatient joggers around all the tourist hotspots (seriously, you can’t get grumpy about dawdling tourists if your plot your course past the gates of Buckingham Palace), the mountains of plastic-bagged rubbish on the edges of the footpaths (doesn’t anyone remember the plague?) and the history…
Our apartment for the week was by London Bridge in the shadow of The Shard; we had no trouble find our way home each evening
We tried to balance our experiences between the conventional
And the fanatical.
and finished our visit on a high: Chelsea beating Watford 4-2 while The Farmer was in the stands
marking off all the tube lines for the The Bean Counter’s Underground Bingo,
a ladies only high-stepping, foot tapping, sequin dazzling visit to Covent Gardens
and the London Eye for Tony.
London, you rock. Despite never feeling 100% clean, constantly standing in someone else’s way, and nursing perpetually sore feet and legs (stairs and more stairs and yet more stairs) we miss you already.