A day in the city!
I had a long weekend, sort of, Saturday and Sunday of as is the norm, followed by a Bank Holiday and I had taken Tuesday of as leave although I couldn’t for the life of me remember why. In the weeks leading up to it I considered saying stuff it and save a days leave for another time but then the idea of having an extra day off started to appeal. Then herself suggested that we should make good use of the time and a friends kind offer to sit with the pups, so we headed off to London for the day. During the journey I made an interesting observation, this drought we’re having at the moment is so severe that \I saw ducks swimming in puddles, in the woods. We arrived at Charing Cross just before midday and made our way to Trafalgar Square. Whilst there I took a couple of photos, it seemed for a moment that I may have had the word “guide” somewhere upon my person as an American tourist, oh how I like them, tugged the shoulder of my jacket and asked me if we were in Trafalgar Square, I looked around and gave some thought to my response. I decided that for this short encounter I had accidently become a representative of my home nation so I settled on being helpful chap and simply said that we were indeed in Trafalgar Square, of course she knew that and told her entourage that she was right. She then asked for directions to Buck-eeng-ham Palace, this threw me for a moment until I realised that her awful pronouncing may have been a result of her accent, so I politely pointed in the right direction and said “along that road there”. Hopefully the visitors found what they were looking for and our colonial cousins will have enjoyed their visit, they may have been disappointed as Her Majesty would have been away for the day.
After the square herself said that the next port of call was China Town, It was interesting! Lots of wonderful smells but I’m not sure I find the image of various roast poultry hanging on display particularly appetising, although there were some rather tasty looking cakes which were pleading with me to take them home, I resisted! After China town we headed over to Leicester Square and then Piccadilly Circus, on the way we stopped for lunch in a place called Eds, Burger and chips with butterscotch milkshake followed by the most tasty pancakes I have ever had, topped off with vanilla ice cream and maple syrup. We the strolled along Regents Street, sadly we didn’t find or they have gone, the Warner or Disney stores and I have to be honest, Hamleys was a bit of a let down. We moved on to Carnaby Street where herself indulged her love of footwear and small bags, it was like watching a kid in a sweet shop, I swear she could have spent a fortune there.
A very short stroll down Oxford Street and it wasn’t too long until we felt that there was nothing particularly enticing, save for a Brietling shop so we jumped on the tube to Knightsbridge. A short stop for herself to rest a bit and we walked into Harrods, I got told off for having my bag on my shoulder, so I carried it in my hand at least until we were out of the security guards sight. The reason for the Harrods visit was to take a look at the pet department, some very cute pups were for sale but not on my budget, there was a very nice Yorkshire Terrier being groomed and I’m sure that by the time the job was finished the little fella would looked very adorable. We had a look around the toy department before heading off in search of a cuppa. Eventually we found the tea room, were escorted to a table and served a very refreshing pot of tea, and reasonably priced too. It was soon time to head home, feeling brave herself said that she felt she could manage the walk back to Charing Cross, I altered the route slightly so that we went away from the maddening crowds but it wasn’t long before I realise that I have been in error with my route planning, I have to pretend to not be a genius now and then, and we, meaning herself*, decided that we would get a bus back to the station. After arguing with a ticket machine because it stole our cash and chatting to a nice person who worked for the bus service we were told to get on a bus and they’d sort it. the bus was a little off the mark and we had a twenty minute walk to the station. Eventually we were on a train and heading home, herself is tired and sore after the exertion and my feet are sore, but it has been a good day and nice to have a break from the house and the pups, although we did miss them and were very happy to be welcomed home with wagging tales and happy bouncing. All in all a brilliant day out and I hope that it isn’t too long before we get to do it again, maybe even with some friends.
*ok, I decided on the bus journey, but herself was seriously wilting and I didn’t want to make it any worse for her, plus a bus is cheaper than a taxi and not as direct.