Sunday, June 27
Bidding a reluctant good-bye to Brailes, we left for Oxford. Lou parked there, and the three of us boarded a bus to London. There, within a block of the Victoria Coach Station, Lou’s friend Hermione lent us an extra apartment for the night.
Built in the 1930s, the place featured cool architectural details.
Just up the block was a site of musical significance, especially relating to a coming destination.
Note that WAM was merely eight years of age when he did this.
We bade an emotional farewell to our dear Louisa. Please come to Texas soon!
In England’s capital for but a day, we rode a double-decker bus and walked all over the central city area.
This was the first building V destroyed for his Vendetta.
Our favorite Brit-style pub in Austin honors the original.
We also added Trafalgar Square, the National Gallery, and Picadilly Circus to our visited-places list. Then, it was time to go.
After a hurried train trip to Gatwick Airport, we were surprized by extra charges, disaffected service, and unexplained delays.
More than an hour behind schedule, the noisy bird bore us eastward to our trip’s last leg.
Comments
Somehow I felt anxious leaving Brailes, the beauty, the green, the richness of views and venues, and all the travels you/we had savored out of Brailes, then going into London. But the apt building and the apt looks so inviting. London for a day? You made many visits to just the right places – museums, structures and pubs.
So much for air travel. The last time I was in London, I had first flown to Amsterdam, stayed there a few days, took a train to the coast, then boarded an overnight ferry to England, then the train to London. When time is important, flying is OK.
yur envious friend,
ymh