Gatwick Grove Guest House
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... and they put the falcons in cages while they moulted. The word for moulting was mewsing so these areas became known as the Mews. They later became stables after the Royal stables burnt down and the horses were brought to Buckingham Palace. The only horses kept there now are the carriage horses which are the Cleveland Bays and the Windsor Greys. Looked at the carriages - they are magnificent, one is almost all gold and part of the wall ...
Majestic tour of London Left hotel at 7.20 and walked around the corner to Presidents Hotel where we were told to go. Picked up and the bus made it way to. Victoria Bus Station where a lot of buses were parked and then hopped on our tour. majestic Day Tour. Very busy on roads and traffic a real issue. Drove around first past Westminister abbey etc wit and on to ...
... store, See Wu, and bought some groceries for the next few nights. It's hard to find tofu and some of the specialty sauces so we got them from See Wu. When we paid, I decided in the name of Chinese New Year, and because the cashier was this grumpy Chinese woman, that I'd break out what little Chinese that I knew. It was good enough to tell her that we had our own bags and thanked her. She must have liked my efforts anyway because she gave me a packet ...
posted it over the bar after I signed it and one day when I return he said it
will still be there. Brilliant.
Sunday didn’t turn out to be as rainy as they had suggested,
but I struck out to see the Churchill War Rooms, an underground bunker in the
middle of London near Number 10 Downing Street where Winston Churchill ran the
British side of WWII. They took great
care to keep everything just as it was. ...
... out of Hitchcock, as i look up periodically to see a pigeon or two sauntering towards me, then four, then, when i look up a minute later, twenty. They're attracted by a squirrel who has been busily munching on a discarded crust of white bread in the dirt behind me. The squirrel drops the prized loot and scampers off. What follows is a comedy of errors while a Benny Hill saxophone bleats in my mind, as a last bit of bread passes through the beaks of no less than ...