Back at the ancestral manse
Trip Start Oct 02, 2011
26Trip End Oct 27, 2011
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Where I stayed
Ye Olde Flat
The trip from the airport to the flat we've owned since we lived in London years ago was smoothe as silk. We could practically navigate the well-worn route in our sleep: Piccadilly line to District Line to Victoria Station to Southern train to Kent House. (See the photo of Annie enjoying the view as the train leaves Victoria).
Alighting at the platform at Kent House we were struck with how gorgeous the day was--about 70 degrees (F, of course), light breeze, sunny. The greenness and mildness of England began seeping into our tired pores.
Thanks to Agnes, our housekeeper, the flat was spic and span
We spent the day settling in and putting things back in order: Why did the renters do with all our sharp knives? And why would they unplug the electric clocks? And put a pencil, two pens and a glue stick in the silverware drawer? And plant a little Canadian flag in a basket on the bookcase? Whatever. Anyway, we're thankful to have short-term renters when we're not there; we have nothing to complain about.
We quickly resumed the normal routines of this familiar, alternate life: walking under the Kent House Station to the High Street to get some money from the ATM, to Sainsbury's for groceries, to the 99 pence shop to buy sponges and bin liners and a battery for the kitchen timer and replacement knives (four for 99 pence--not exactly Wusthofs). And we cruised the charity shops for new salt and pepper shakers, Christmas cards, sweaters, and plates.
Then our lovely niece, Ashlin, came over for dinner. It was wonderful to see her and catch up. We ordered in a curry feast---what could be more British than sag aloo, vegetables Vindaloo, Korma, pilaf rice, and nan?
This morning, Tuesday, we bustled around the flat doing more rearranging. Then, after working up an appetite, we went to the Hardedge Cafe in Penge (see photo of Ken eating his served-all-day breakfast). Annie matched his breakfast with a jacket potato. It seemed so normal to be sitting in a Brit cafe, hearing people talk about Brit things and eating Brit food. Even the newspapers had very British headlines. In reference to the recent Amanda Knox verdict in Italy, the Daily Mail's was: "Weeping Foxy Freed to Make a Fortune."
This isn't really a vacation--we're back home!