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We left Faygate after a filling home cooked breakfast from our hosts Nick and Johanna to head to Willesden Green in London. This is where my Uncle Nick and Aunty Sue live. The trip was to take 1 and a half hours. 3 hours later we made it. The traffic in London was amazing. At no stage did we become gridlocked, however it was very slow moving. We hoped to see a hand full of red double decker buses. ...
We awoke to a wet London morning and set out for the Tower of London. The dreary weather set the atmosphere for the tales of imprisonment and execution at the historic castle which dates back to 1066. The peak period of the castle's use as a prison was the 16th and 17th centuries but it was actually a grand palace early in its history, serving as a royal residence. It doesn't have cells or dungeons but because it was so secure ...
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... t do to well for toilets for tourists (as evident in London!) so they have built this for coaches etc. Had a Waitrose, Starbucks, newsagent, burger places etc plus heaps of loos so no waiting. We drove through Oxford the city of dreaming spires which is very impressive with its lovely old colleges and buildings. There is just so much history here with so many famous people studying here including our Kim Beasley and Maggie Thatcher (who ...
... cross the channel – my pre-arranged coach tickets gave no clue. But it soon became clear.
We pulled into Dover port and boarded the ferry around midnight. I made my way to the deck, where I watched the bright lights of Dover illuminate its white cliffs and metallic port structures. From the cold iron balustrades, humming from the surging engines moving us out of harbour, I watched as a dark and quiet England disappeared into the night, and the ...