Tuesday 27th
September to Friday 30th September 2016
There was a full few days of items on the agenda; places to go, things to
see, people to catch up with.
First and almost foremost on the list was a trip up to Watford; timing
was an issue and so we headed off bright and early – on the Tube around 8am;
change at Queens Park to the Overground to Watford Junction and then the bus to
Levesden – something to do with some tour around the Warner Bros. Studios –
yes, it’s Harry Potter mania for those two.
There is no doubt, that when mother and daughter are together, the craziness
is greater than the sum of the parts.
The tickets had been pre-purchased, so we were almost straight in; the
thing about these tours is that having done them thousands of times, the
organisation is pretty slick and efficient, but at the same time usually allow
you time to explore at your own pace which is what were able to do.
Seeing many of the indoor sets as well as explanation about many of the
on-screen things that were done.
In the main hall |
with Hagrid |
Off to witch school with her - student or professor?? |
The train in the background; these two scallywags in the foreground |
Luckily not driving with them |
her worst nightmare |
Shopping? - hell yeah |
It was a splendid way to spend a day but our legs and feet were starting
to feel it a bit and we were glad at various times to have the chance to sit
down and rest.
But we were not finished there and after catching the bus back to Watford
Junction, we caught the train to Bushey to see Maggie and Paddy and most of the
rest of the family there and have dinner there as well.
Diane (r) with her aunt Pam and cousin Lisa |
Of course we always have Maggie |
Jess, Nicki, Mia and Phil |
It had been one busy day, so it was not long that we were up before bed,
but after that it must have been pretty quiet apart from the snoring
(definitely from the girls!).
I knew already that Wednesday would be a relatively easy day for me, but
it was still another long day.
First up Sam had an appointment at the Post Office to get her UK passport
renewed and after a little confusion from their side, it was all done and then
we moved the boat down to the waterpoint outside the Subway – I tell you, this
tap is so bloody slow – Sam and Diane were ready to go and headed off to the
station – they wanted to see a show in London – Les Miserables was the top of
the options – so I was left to wait for the interminable tap to fill the water
tank – this time it was 2 hours for 470 litres, but with not a lot else to
worry about, I could just relax.
Just about to go in. |
In the meantime we had a call from CaRT and asking if we were returning
to our mooring spot at Rembrandt
Gardens – obviously they
had noticed that we were not there.
Seems that they had overbooked the mooring spots there and were enquiring
if ours was available – not much unusual with this – some of them are so very
very good, others couldn’t organise a p__s-up in a brewery.
After explaining that I would be looking for a Paddington
Basin mooring if available, otherwise
I would return to Rembrandt
Gardens – I would call
them with the outcome.
Fortunately for them and also for us, a spot was found and we moored up
directly next to the “paddle-board” boat.
Later on I needed to catch the Tube to Piccadilly Circus to wait for them
to appear from the theatre, from which we popped off for a drink before
deciding where we would eat and when – but first some shopping on Oxford Street
became a mini-priority – dodging around and between the rush-hour crowds was
the fun part of the evening.
We made it almost back to the boat before stopping off for a pizza and
another drink.
For a second day, we were all pretty-well exhausted, most of it from the
last 2 hours.
Friday was our last day with Sam here in London and she particularly wanted to
re-visit The Tower of London; we hadn’t been there since 2000 when we went there
with Sam and Mitch.
It was a quite lovely day – weather-wise – we arrived fairly early but
not excessively so – but first we needed some caffeine sustenance, but after
this it was down through the gates and in the hands of the Yeoman Warder and
being an army man (sergeant-major none-the-less), he had a remarkable way to
control over a hundred people with his voice, his wit, his authority and just
his personality.
…and he was very good at showing and explaining his way around the tower –
I know that they have done it many many times but we were the concentration of
his attention.
We had a great time throughout the whole day.
#billythebeefeater - absolutely brilliant |
There was a pre-occupation with the sizeof the cod-piece, but as we were told your head doesn't fill the whole of your hat. Still, it can make you feel a bit inadequate |
It was nice to see a tribute to my favourite mother-in-law |
just a lovely view to Tower Bridge |
Some of the apartments used by the 37 Yeoman Warders |
The White Tower - where the crown jewels are on display |
All of the yeoman were great and so easy to talk to |
Having been there before does not change the grandeur of the palace; does
not change the appreciation of the palace; did not change the enjoyment of the
day.
We did have some time restrictions and after lunch we made our way back
to the boat – Sam had a plane to catch and we waved her off at 5pm – she was
off to Iceland (Reykjavik not the
supermarket).
We would be seeing her in just two months but I was
already missing her as she left.
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