We left off, dear readers, with a question:
Should we train to Winchester? Into London one more time? Eh?
This question was much debated before retiring. One more cute town with an old cathedral? Training into the very big city to visit another museum of historical significance?
We slept in and stayed in Reading. In fact, we ventured out only once to buy food for dinner, then napped when we got home. Did we have a fun weekend in Dover? Were we in need of nothingness? Youbetcha.
FYI, cooking in a tiny kitchen in a tiny flat with dull knives and few spices can induce fear into the most seasoned of moms. Am I right? First, I had to remember what to cook, then I had to remember how to cook it because I’m on vacation in the land of plentiful restaurants and pubs with two-word-names. Then, I had to not forget to buy everything I might need instead of relying on staples in the pantry. Finally, I had to substitute gruyere for parmesan since there was no parmesan in the store. I don’t know why.
Thankfully, it was tasty:
Alas, this morning our pep returned, and we hopped out of bed and caught a train to Paddington. Today’s goal: the Victoria and Albert Museum. Here is it from the front entrance:
Inside were many, many, many objects. Outside and around the corner was the Albert Memorial – and this picture does not do it justice. Zowie. Look at those little people on the steps!
Since the temp was around 70, we made tracks for shade and watched people and pigeons in Hyde Park for a while, before finding the Diana Princess of Wales Memorial Fountain. Then, a mile walk through stately residential areas to Paddington Station, and our final train trip into London came to a close.
Tonight, Jasper cooked roasted chicken, potatoes, carrots and broccoli for dinner, and we four reviewed our month of travels through the UK. Coming tomorrow. Goodnight!
(Look! Chihuly!)