Jolly Good

Well the time had come to bid adieu to Dogpound North and climb on a British Airways flight to London. The flight was good, the food was great and the fact that the seat layed right flat made sleeping most of the way here a bonus. It is pretty near a 9 hour flight by the time you figure boarding and getting off into the equation. Not to mention that there was an hour long wait in Immigration at Heathrow in London. But nevertheless we made it with only a few snags along the way. And none of those worth commenting on.

Once you get to the airport it is a quick train ride downtown and our hotel is only about four blocks from the train station. We jumped in a cab for that short ride as it was raining cats and dogs and I think the driver was so stunned to see an old cowboy in his rear view he ran into the back of another cab at the door to our hotel. No one hurt so we were checked in soon.

Our room is pretty small and the bathroom is smaller than our RV’s facilities but we are not here for the room anyway. Once we got settled into the room and freshened up we headed over to Hyde Park, it is right across the street, and went for a walk. This park is the home to Kensington Palace the home of Will and Kate a couple of Liz’s kids that we are over here visiting. Although we walked by today we couldn’t tell if anyone was home so didn’t bother stopping in. After the long travel day we weren’t really fit company anyway. 

As we walked Brenda came upon this giant rhubarb plant, now can you imagine how much rhubarb crisp that could make.

Above is one of the spots along the serpentine, this park at one time was Henry the VIII’s hunting grounds and it isn’t hard to imagine a little bit of hunting going on there. Now below are some fellows playing cricket and although I watched them for a while and then once we got back to the hotel watched some on TV I have no idea how you win or lose or even just play this game. Although there seemed to be a lot of celebrating going on in both games I was at a loss to figure out for what.

Not sure what it is that makes people want to feed the birds bread, I am sure that is not on their natural diet but they seem to throng around anyone who has a crumb or two to give them. Now watching those pigeons got us to thinking about dinner so we stopped in the hotel and had the deep fried pigeon for dinner.

Very good, if a little breadey. Well really it was Fish and Chips and it was quite good.