The Oaks Hotel
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Our adventure begins with a very traffic-free drive down the M4 to Heathrow. After lots of chatting and swapping of sweets I realised that I had left something very important behind, on a chair in Whitchurch Primary School's staffroom. I had been very organised, surprising myself with my precision and attention to detail by arranging every ticket, ...
... They apparently even handed out seeding calenders.
If you want to know more about the keep itself, you’ll have to ask Alexis, as she stole my audio tour player by means of asking nicely, and listened to the funny bloke all the rest of the way. Her english grades better be amazing.
We left the castle and ambled about the old town until we found the old Victorian market place, where we bought enough food to give us two homecooked meals. ...
... Weeping angels? Nah, not important, where are my Daleks?
The museum itself was quite interesting, although it is painfully obvious how much was chucked in the garbage back when BBC thought it was but a passing fad. A lot of the old collection, including a whole tardis console, is on loan from private collections. Unfortunately, the atrociously pink outfit from Sarah Jane Smith survived. More fortunate, we got to walk around in the ...
... our next day trip which we made by public bus from central Pisa. Our hotel owners helped us navigate! We wandered round the lovely shops - it was 25 degrees and fabulous weather! I bought s brown leather briefcase bag and a silver necklace. We enjoyed a few more Aperol spritz with Pizza in the square for lunch and tried Boar pasta for tea at Osteria before getting the Bus back. Another lively day! Our next full day ...
... better, but still not great! I know I put some weight on this holiday but I didn't expect to be on a bloody diet before I got home! The next morning we woke up and expected to be going on a snorkelling trip to see mantarays. So we were sat waiting at reception, but no one came. Eventually when someone strolled past they said it wasn't in the morning they are going to do it in the afternoon. They the followed by saying Fiji time, no hurry no worry and laughed. Yet ...