Excursive.

Friday

Yesterday we landed round about 9 a.m. local time, and boy howdy were we tired. Yup, we were tired. So we collected our luggage and hopped on the Piccadilly line towards Glouster Road, popped into our hotel only to discover that the room wouldn't be ready until 2.

It was only 11.

As luck would have it we are resourceful, deep-welled individuals (or perhaps luck has nothing to do with it for if we weren't I doubt sincerely we'd pick up and go on these last-minute weekend jaunts as we do), so we pulled together our resources and reached deep in our wells and caught the Tube to Her Majesty's Palace and Fortress the Tower of London. But first, lunch! We skipped the jellied eel for Wagamama, a test run of sorts before one opens in our neighborhood next year. It was delish. Then we chased the ravens around the Tower for a couple of hours. Then we went to a pub. Or three. Then we went to the hotel to get our room and change our clothes for dinner, fancy Indian at my very first Michelin-starred restaurant. (This is a lie. I've eaten at plenty in New York.) It was delish. Then more drinks at a pub and an early bedtime for us.



This morning we woke up bright and early to catch a shuttle to take us to a bus where we waited and waited and waited to get onto another bus that took us to Windsor Castle! And then the bus took us to Stonehenge! And there were big rocks there, sure, but also sheep! I love sheep! And then the bus took us to Oxford! And then the bus took us back to London! And dropped us off in front of a pub! So we went in! And here we are!