Sunday was a lovely day to be outside. Blue skies, not too cold but crisp. Seems all tourists and Londoners greed with that assessment. And with several underground train lines down it was as busy underground as it was above ground.
But on a last day it is first things first. We brought the bags to St. Pancreas into luggage storage. Then we headed to the V&A again. This time not so much to see anything but to find something. See last year I knitted a SO a scarf and he has been wearing it faithfully and has grown attached to it as it looks quite smart. I did not realise how attached until he misplaced it. Initially we thought it would be in the restaurant, but they did not find it and even went back to have a look in our little corner.
The only other safe place we could think of was the V&A where we’d had coffee. As SO had trouble reaching them by phone we decided to make a scarf emergency dash and went to the place. SO went to the cafe there and lo and behold they had it. SO and scarf were reunited and it must be said SO relaxed quite a bit having it back.
So what next? It was going on 11 and we had a few hours before we were due to board the Eurostar home. As the weather was magical we decided that the London eye was an option. Going there by underground was fun. There were two fathers with a total of 8 boys that had just bought up the Natural History Museum. They sat in the far end of the carriage playing with their newly acquired dinosaurs and other toys. Dads were recuperating in their seats. It was fun to watch these boys as they hardly gave a beep being so engrossed.
We then walked from Embankment to the London eye over the footbridge. There the lines were of hourly proportions and the square really was full of people. So we opted out. So we walked to Westminster Abbey. Which as it is was Sunday was closed. Mind you I do think 16 pounds is excessive for the abbey. So what’s next? After a short discussion in front of those handy map pillars we decided to go for a walk. We walked from the Abbey to St. James’ Park and through the park to Buckingham Palace. A wonderful walk of about half an hour and then to Victoria Station and back to St. Pancreas.
In St. Pancreas we found an interesting (but expensive) place to have lunch after we’d given up on the hope of a nice pub. From there it was get the luggage and get on board. We told each other a few trains earlier would have not been a bad idea. Train travel was easygoing, nice and boring at the same time. Of course going tot he toilet at Brussels South was not possible after 18.00 so I had to wait until after the Thalys left the station.
When we arrived at our station we wanted to take a taxi, but as luck would have it the last one just left and there were more people waiting for one. SO we ended up walking. Not every far, but with all the bags it is a haul. Waking up in the morning was hard, but needed to be done. This afternoon I was busy getting the forms sorted to get the money back for the little Brussels Strike Trains Not Going issue. A lit of work to get your money back, but worth it. As was the trip. It was nice.